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For Sonya


There was a line.  There was

a top.  There was a screw.

There were many things,

taken as simple, but were, in fact,

far from that.  But there was

a mind that could see through

to the essence, the mind that

had deciphered the walls, dancing

eyes that seduced a nation,

tired eyes that would see

love bloom in the land of

everlasting  spring, to see

grown men clamour to hear

her speak, to hold secrets shared

by the mightiest of men, only to be

extinguished in the hands of winter.


-Manya Sundström

(for Sonya Kovalevsky)