A yellow dawn breaks on the airport of my childhood
Thick air of spices and warmth and tenderness
Enters my nose and brings out a wave of nostalgia
And here I am, the home of my soul
Don Meuang embraced me like a long lost lover
A lifetime of work to own a house / then you end up diminished by it.
Home is where the heart is / or home is where the art is…
Hame, hame, hame on the truck,
/ the wheels grind their grumly air, …
Step as you will through life,
/ A thousand ways, a thousand places.
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/ Carry a home in your heart
/ Or spend years seeking the…
A few more looks over
/ my breeze-polished shoulders
/ and I shall be home.
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/ The spilled-over
/ window deepens with every gaze.
/ On the island
/ which incessantly…
I prepared the package
/ for my friends in the states
/ the dangling earrings woven
/ into half moons black pearls glinting
/ like an eye in…
This is a place I like to know
/ with the ease of love,
/ gliding slow along the way –
/ these streets of white…
Today I dreamed all day. I dreamed
/ I drove round Bukhara. I dreamed
/ dizzy minarets, I dreamed
/ rosegardens skimmed my shoes.
/ I dreamed I…
After twenty years in the mainland
/ Mother’s gone back to the Island
/ to let her skin
/ melt from her bones
/ under her native sun.
/ She…
After twenty years in the mainland
/ Mother’s gone back to the Island
/ to let her skin
/ melt from her bones
/ under her native sun.
/ She…
My Belarus with cornflowers blooming,
/ my land of camomile!
/ I’m no ‘new Belarusian’ woman,
/ I cling to ‘older’ style.
/ Not by broad path, but…
