ONELINERS
Painted yellow bulls.
Sooty, dusty.
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Icicles suspend from roofs,
Like curly icy manes.
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With iron claws the frost
Squeezes fingers.
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In the mornings the air's white and misty from the shrinking cold.
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Dry metallic clamor of trees.
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Out of thawed-out snow, steep black ribs of boats.
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Pulses birches' Maytime laughter.
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Out of drainpipes tumbled icy tongues, nearly to the ground.
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A golden ray got tangled in twigs and stayed for long. Didn't hurry out.
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Stunned by their own purity and precision, branches paused.
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Love remolten to a cloud and now shines with a summoning.
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Onto windows the frost tossed tender birthshrouds out of little ice flowers.
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In the sitting room, a table and on a bare pine board lie bread and a knife.
(Elena Guro. Selected Writings from the Archives. Р. 56-58)