Olga Sedakova Poems

The pond says:
if only I had hands and a voice,
how I would love, how cherish you!
People, you know, are greedy and always ailing
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Great is the artist, knowing no duty
except the duty of the brush at play:
and his brush penetrates the heart of mountains,
penetrates the happiness of leaves,
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Let us praise our earth,
let us praise the moon on the water,
that which is with no one and with all,
which is nowhere and everywhere -
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