New favorite female poet--Elena Shvarts, as ardent and striking as Sappho.
Here's a great one:
On the Street
A mirror's gaze slipped across me
half-mocking, half-severe
and in it, crooked, staring back
some laughable old dear.
Mirrors have often shown me change
yet in them, always, a face I knew--
till now. It would have seemed less strange
to see a beast come leaping through.
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Aaron Poochigian
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