Tolstoy Poem by Diana Kwiatkowski Rubin

Tolstoy



You emerged from aristocracy
In belted linen tunic
Moving among local peasants
With a splash of iris
Through birch lined paths
Like a sudden vision of egrets
Breathing scent of horses
Working plows and fields
Until your soul swelled singing
The tune of the harvesting reaper
In crisp dawn mist.

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Diana Kwiatkowski Rubin

Diana Kwiatkowski Rubin

Piscataway, New Jersey, USA
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