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I shook Arvo’s Estonian dry hand yesterday night

16 November 2009

Author : jeanne-salome-rochat

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Slavonic Empress of the Blues

Born in the days of smallpox,
She sang the sharp Cyrillic blues””

Learned in the days of steam and press,
She sang the name-changing blues:

To the steel basin, the laundry twine,
The new hot dog and Brooklyn’s bridge””

Roll on, Kominsky, roll on.

Donkey cello rooster bed
The night the candles burned upside down

Leaving her row house, her suitcase, her pearl””
Seeing highways’ dark mint whirl””

She sang the prickly blues:
But that’s not all:

Stove pipes, wooden rain barrels””
Armless men with brown apples””

By order of the King:
Village ploughed,

Inherit a sad ending””
She sang, too, the nameless blues.

Roll on, Kominsky, roll on.


Images by little Swiss me in huge Konzerthaus Berlin and poem by dear American Derek Webster.



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