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From the book Kliazma and Yauza
From the book The Wild Rose
From the book Tristan and Isolde
From the book Old Songs
From the book Gates. Windows. Arches
From the book Stanzas in the Manner of Alexander Pope
From the book Stellae and Inscriptions  
From the book The Iambic Verses
The Chinese Travelogue
From An Unfinished Book
From the book The Evening Song
From the book Elegies
From the book The Beginning of a Book
From the book Stellae and Inscriptions

To Nina Braginskaya
who has studied antique epitaphs, and much else, insightfully
Nina, in a dream, or my mind – we were walking
one time on some old-fashioned road,
alongside, as it seemed to me, various
white and smoothed-out flagstones.
                              – Not the Appian, some other one, –
you said to me, – it’s not that important, the number of roads
in their cities that crossed
from one grave to another
was legion.
– Hello! – we heard, –
hello! (that, as we know, is the favorite word upon parting).
Hello! How clearly you look at the earth that’s so dear.
Stop: I look with the eyes of the gigantic earth.
Only the emptiness looks. Only the unseen we see.
So go ahead faster or I’ll leave you behind.

Andrew Wachtel
A Boy, an Old Man, and a Dog
The Figure of a Woman
Two Figures
Mistress and Servant
Pitcher: Tombstone of a Friend
Playing Child
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