Blood in the streets of the Ukraine,
Bitter barriers, black smoke fires,
No end in sight to the cold and pain,
Tear gas billows, riot cops deployed,
While Moscow feels schadenfreude.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Image by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
Blog Archive
-
▼
2014
(263)
-
▼
February
(22)
- Lazy Caveman
- Darwinian
- Rolling Stones, Narita, 2014
- Trans-Pacific Partnership
- Fold Your Hands, Bow Your Head
- Pick Up The Pieces
- Kiev, Part 2
- Alas, Kiev
- It Is Good For You
- The Known, But Unrevealed
- News Variety Programming
- Deployment
- Death In Rural America
- Onsen 温泉
- Dating Advice
- Some Such Sochi
- Wind Blast And Blackout
- The Battle Between Men And Women
- Oasis
- Almost Dionysian
- The Morning After
- How We Survive
-
▼
February
(22)
About Me
No comments:
Post a Comment