A poem—
is just one more
scrap of paper
that has sailed off the table
in a bottle
with a cry for help.
is just one more
scrap of paper
that has sailed off the table
in a bottle
with a cry for help.
A Poem
About the poet
Regina Derieva
1949 -/UkraineRegina Derieva was born in Odessa, Ukraine, in 1949. She is the author of twenty books of poems, prose and essays. From 1965 until 1991 she lived and worked in Karaganda, Kazakhstan. She graduated from university with majors in music and Russian…
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On The Sea-Shore, Smell Of Iodine
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine,and square as in Sicily, and dancing.An intellectual that came from the common people,
All My Life
All my lifeI sought
I Don't Feel At Home Where I Am
I don't feel at home where I am,or where I spend time; only where,
Beyond Siberia Again Siberia
Beyond Siberia again Siberia,beyond impenetrable forest again forest.
From The Last Island: To Lady Elisabeth Verreet
Oval mirror of the sea,age-warped isle waved and cloudy,
