When I saw Russia for the First Time
© 25.6.96
when I saw Russia for the first time
in a slide at nightschool
(failing to stick out my Higher School Certificate
in the grim days before I had a degree
and the veneer of worldliness)
it was so green
not the gunmetal,
prison-colour
I had expected
1972
Mother Russia was just a girl
sticking it out on the turned
earth
on a country road, far from all innocence
Also, it's an old poem (never published), framed by the title — one that in a sense spans 44 years.
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