A poem a day to the Millennium December 27, 1999
I am Goya!... I am the voice Of war, the charred wood of towns . . . I am the throat Of the woman whose hanged body, like a bell, Clanged over the empty square . . . I am Goya! - Andrei Voznesensky
I am Goya!...
I am the voice
Of war, the charred wood of towns . . .
I am the throat
Of the woman whose hanged body, like a bell,
Clanged over the empty square . . .
I am Goya!
- Andrei Voznesensky
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