More About That Field Poem by Gennadiy Aygi

More About That Field



From that little wood,
finally,
forever or for a long time,
the mushrooms disappeared.
It happened gradually,
over maybe thirty years.
And now, when I recall
their disappearance, their "departure,"
it seems like one grand movement,
like — the hushing
of one very long orchestra,
one very long choir.

Translated by Sarah Valentine

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Dutendra Chamling 09 October 2016

This poem has really created a orchestra of remembrance.

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