Love of People

Love Of People

I have forgotten charity of self

seeing the oval of plum lips

silence that old monster Stalin’s

blood-thirsty little book about the brain.

If I had in wisdom

three Chinese plums to eat

my poverty would eat them.

As to the rain, it falls unceasing

whipping the river hungry to be whipped.

Ilya Gutner

Ilya Gutner was born in the Soviet Union in Moscow and grew up in New York. Was for a time a PhD student in Slavic Studies at Brown but that soon ceased to be an option. Studies philosophy now in Shanghai, China. Google services make not of one small set of things published with the Ottoman Estate under a collective title, Poem about how to live; something quite childish for Boston University's Clarion magazine; and a long silence gathering up  things to say since then.

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