Ashok Niyogi
I draw deep
From the well that runs steep
Memories are gray,
Trees sway
And yet branches
Have icicles
As you and I know.
The Hermitage
Is fixed in time,
An afternoon
In your fur coat
Boats on the Neva,
Even the yacht of the English Queen,
Canals through gardens
Swan on the water
Watercolors on the Nevsky
Gorodavoi
All the way
From Moskovsky Vagzal.