Until her last breath she enlarges Her Oxford house Built in Slavonic Vowels and consonants She polishes the corner-stones Until their Anglo-Saxon shine Begins to sing Her death is like a short breath-stop Under the distant limetrees of her friends Trans. by Peter Jay, Anthony Rudolf, and Daniel Weissbort Anonymous submission.
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