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.

Flute answers flute,
not a bone or wooden one,
but the one which mountains hold
in their caves and cracks.
Strings answer strings
and word answers word.

And my heart’s wish answers
the swiftly ascending evening star:
evening star
you bring out thousands of stars
and with a thousand wishes my heart burns
with a myriad of wishes about one and the same thing:
and look at me, my inspired friend,
watch the sparkle of the night...

Richard McKane



Flute responds to flute –
not ivory or wooden,
but the one that the mountains hold
in their caves and crevasses.
Strings respond to strings,
and words respond to words.

And the supplication of my heart
responds to the quickly rising evening star:

you breed thousands of stars,
evening star,
and thousands of supplications burn my heart,
myriad supplications about one and the same thing:
wake up,
glance at me, my inspired friend,
see how the night sparkles...

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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