Poem by Aigerim Tazhi

Walking like a camel
a traveler throws up dust, draws near.
Eyes of different colors,
hand carved from wood.
A dead viper at his breast,
a rope with fangs.
A horse felled in the road.
Fragile as a twig,
a skeleton. Waves of a sandy pelt.
Your name? say the word out loud.
A furrowed face. The angle of the sun shifts.
Paper-thin skin translucent,
letters shine through the forehead.

Translated from the Russian by J. Katz

From the book “Paper-Thin Skin,” Zephyr Press, 2019

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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