A Short History of Vodka
de Ronny Someck(2006)
1 min lectură
Mediu
I don’t remember the name of the bar, at the end
Of the Metal Workers’ Hall of Culture in Chiliabinsk.
I remember only the girl whom every fifteen minutes
Came from behind the counter to collect the glasses into
A red plastic bowl.
She skipped from table to table, her high shoes,
Clicking out the smell of heaps of loot,
A fur hat spread war snow on her forehead
And fumes of alcohol blurred her face furled like a white flag.
There is, said the man beside me, no woman who isn’t beautiful
There is too little vodka.
Translated by: Vivian Eden
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- Autor
- Ronny Someck
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2006
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- 102
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- 1 min
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Ronny Someck. “A Short History of Vodka.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/ronny-someck/poezie/a-short-history-of-vodkaIntrebari frecvente
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