My verses serve no purpose in this world. In vain have they seen the light of day.
So why do we poets busy ourselves among men with our unattainable dreams?
So why do we poets busy ourselves among men with our unattainable dreams?
As we all look for direction at this fraught moment, I found this story of a boy with the soul of a poet but bred to be an instrument of vengeance oddly moving. This collaboration of a Kazakh director and a Korean-Russian writer forced its audience to confront the plight of a million displaced people.
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