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.

is the person who thinks of tomorrow while talking with
his guest.
is the person who does something and thinks that
he does it,
and not that the air and sunlight rule him,
like a brush, a butterfly, a bee,
he who plays a chord and thinks
of what comes next –
unhappy, timid and stingy.
Even more unhappy
is the person who does not forgive:
insane, he doesn’t know that the stork comes out
tame from the bushes,
that the golden ball
will soar of its own accord
into the dear sky over the dear earth.

Richard McKane



is he who speaks with a guest and thinks about tomorrow’s task;
is he who does a task and thinks about completing it;
that it’s not the air and the rays that control him,
like a brush, a butterfly, or bee;
he who strikes a chord and thinks
what the next one will be
is unhappy, afraid, and miserly.

Even more unhappy
is he who does not forgive;
he’s insane and does not know
how lame storks conic out ol the hushes.
or how the golden sphere
flies up all alone
into the precious sky above the precious earth.

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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