Evenk Invocations for Good Fortune.

Presents two anonymous prose poems, translated from the Russian by Alexander Vaschenko and Claude Clayton Smith. 1) "To Nature, when it begins to turn green," First Line: O, Mother Earth, I have come from the expanses of the River Yana, Last Line: Just one would do! 2) "To Nature, when the green rec...

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Published in:Great River Review no. 47; pp. 4 - 5
Format: Poem
Published: University of Minnesota, Creative Writing Program Fall/Winter2007
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