when the wash with ice hangs taut
this morning of St. Valentine,
I see you strip the squeaking line,
your body weighed against the load,
and all my groans can do no good.
Because youare still beautiful,
though squared and stiffened by the pull
of what nine windy years have done.
You have three daughters, lost a son.
I see all your intelligence
flung
when ethnic groups from the Garm and Gorno-Badakhshan regions, which were underrepresented in the ruling elite, rose up against the national government of President Rahmon Nabiyev, in which people from the Leninabad and Kulyab regions dominated. Politically, the discontented groups were represented by liberal democratic reformists and Islamist, who fought together and later organized under the ba
a lambs back, was shaved, so I said,
7 Hush Tom never mind it, for whenyour head's bare,
8 You know that the soot cannot spoil your while hair.
9 And so he was quiet, & that very night,
10 as Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,
11 That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe Ned & Jack
12 Were all of them locked up in coffins of black
13 And by came an angel who ha