Meanwhile, Trees Sergey Stratanovsky There is remembrance

There is remembrance

and the lines are in constant motion: approaching

their pleasure: clubs

wild animals and flowers

writes the poet

Meanwhile, Trees Sergey Stratanovsky There is remembranceThese poems may sometimes pretend theyre joking but they never really are. And what is it theyre not joking about? Death for one thing, and the fact that we dont actually know who we are, and the fact that we dont truly know who our loved ones are, or what art is, or anything else for that matter. Sometimes it feels as though someone has run off with meaning. Its no longer to be found where we could once expect to find it, perhaps in religion or in