Portraits and Landscapes




Ancient thresher

beside a piebald collie

asleep in the stubble.


A woman in brown Turcoman pants

picks tomatoes.

Hazelnuts drop silently to the ground.

Pinesand poplars flash by

interspersed with small white cottages,

tile roofs reefed in smoke.


The quiet melancholy of autumn

is already here,

resting on corn stalks

and sailing mist-like through these valleys.



Women like shadows

glide across doorways,

hands caught at their throats,

eyes as obdurate as stone.


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