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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
The Chinese Travelogue

If you could dull its perspicuity, free it from chaos, limit its gleam,
liken it to a grain of dust, then it would seem to exist clearly.

The pond speaks:
if I had hands and voice,
how I would love and cherish you.
The people, you know, are greedy and always sick
and tear other’s clothes
for bandages for themselves.
I need nothing:
tenderness means getting healthy again.
Like a tame wild animal
I would put my hands on your lap
and descend from above
as the sky, voice-like.

Richard McKane



The pond says:
had I hands and a voice
I would love and cherish you.
People, you see, are greedy and frequently sick
and they tear other’s clothes
to make bandages.
While I need nothing:
after all, tenderness is healing.
I’d place my hands on your knees
as if I were a toy dog,
and through my voice I’d descend
from above like the heavens.

Andrew Wachtel
1. I was surprised by...
 2. The pond speaks...
3. They don’t fall, though they fall...
4. There, on the hill...
5. Do you know...
6. I shall only see...
7. The boat flies...
8. The roofs are raised at the edges...
9. Unhappy...
10. Great is the artist who knows no debt...
11. With tenderness and depth...
12. Perhaps you are the precious ring of the spirit...
13. Will we really part...
14. Flute answers flute...
15. They say, they have gone on the white road...
16. You know that I love you so much...
17. When we decide to set out...
18. Let us praise our earth...
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