Resin Poem by viacheslav kupriyanov

Resin

Resin
is eternity
in the tongue of trees
Trees
are minutes
in the tongue of resin
We
are seconds
with the axes
of cutting questions
at the feet
of omniscient
minutes

Translated from Russian by Francis R.Jones

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success