Even the vine-leaves shot with sun
have shadow leaves
pressed close on them.
Even the vine is hanging
ones that seem like twos:
a top leaf
on a shadow leaf, its corner slipped,
like invoices in duplicate.
If I stood to look from the other side
with the light behind me,
would I still not see
how the top leaf shot with sun
might be the one that fails to fit
its duplicate
instead of
- standing where I do - seeing
how it is the shadow leaf that fails to fit
and failing
makes the one leaf seem like two
and being two, more beautiful?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem