A week later, on a certain night when the Norwegians went out on the ocean, I sat down in my little room and from under my pen flowed the following words: “In Barania Glova, in the chancellery of the village mayor, it was as calm as in time of sowing poppy seed.”
And thus, because cranes flew over the shore of the Pacific, I composed “Charcoal Sketches.”
THE JUDGMENT OF PETER AND PAUL ON OLYMPUS
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THE JUDGMENT OF PETER AND PAUL ON OLYMPUS
A POEM IN PROSE