O heavens, heavens,

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Osip Mandelshtam 1891 -1938

O heavens, heavens, see you in my dreams!
It is impossible -- you had become so blind,
And day was burned as if a page  -- to rims:
Some smoke and ashes, one could later find.

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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