Photo Source: Flickr Branches and Roots  Andrei Voznesensky   ‘in memory of L. N. Tolstoy’   They never buried Tolstoy: he was elevated to the most high   his granitelike, cast bronze reminds me of an oil and steam driven train   our artist with his shaggy beard to whom shovels were implements of prayer and he had no time for icons—   the purple sky darkens between falling stars; he liked physical labour and fresh bread on the kitchen cooker   his house will never close, yet the floors are...