Date: Fri, 11 Apr 1997 19:33:57 +0100 From: Joćo Paulo Monteiro <jpmonteiro-AT-mail.telepac.pt> Subject: M-I: October Poem To the Smolny man is nothing - only the carcass of time that precarious balance and tension of muscles book and sword a silhouete carved out against the wind on the prospect enemy cavalry crosses him dyed hair a lugubrious look tied on the sidewalk he is entering entering that ablazed night passing to the other side of time and he is time rewriting itself by his stepping. Jo=E3o Paulo Monteiro Porto --- from list marxism-international-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu ---
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