Silesian Landscape Poem by Leo Yankevich

Silesian Landscape

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The January wind
bangs
against the window-panes,

maliciously twists
the black bones
of shivering trees,

racks
Baroque clouds
in a scudding cycle
of dreams,

under which rooks,
like cast-out
angels,

frolic,
cough up hermetic
blasphemies

on a grey day
without snow.

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Leo Yankevich

Leo Yankevich

Farrell, Pennsylvania
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