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
Thursday, October 6, 2016
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5/3/2024 7:22:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem has really created a orchestra of remembrance.