About the Author

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.

I shall only see
the pilgrim in his bright white raiment,
what can we do, where can we go?
I shall only see the white raiment, the old shoulders.
It would be better if my eyes were stone
and my heart water!
I shall only see
what happens to a man –
I would walk after him in tears.
I would walk as far as he did,
with an unhurried pace.

Richard McKane



Just as soon as I’d see
a traveler brightly clad, in white –
what can we do, how can we escape?

Just as soon as I’d see
white clothing, old shoulders –
better that my eyes were made of stone
my heart of water.

Just as soon as I’d see
what happens to a man –
I’d follow him, weeping:
wherever he’d go, I’d go, walking
with the same measured walk.

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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