TURGENEV
Scenting the birches
of two centuries
spring is like resin
the days are uneasy
the country house
has no visitors
yet enough light
to write by the doors
A letter from Henry James
to correspond with
a warmth by the fire
better be undisturbed
Remembered Flaubert
at a cafe in Paris
James called him a votary
devoted and not embarrassed
for a novelist takes care
of every phrase to control
in hazy margins he dares
to reveal the sins of a soul.
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