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Article: To.(Poem)
- Article from:
- Chicago Review
- Article date:
- June 22, 2002
- Author:
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[TO.sup. *]
translated by Christopher Middleton
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The shortness of your breath was nothing new
We let it pass and
We lit up
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On every steeple's tip a chicken
That's what you wanted and when sick
Did not object when your big hands were stroked
3
Back into the dish you spat the soup.
I fed you. You liked
The talkative poets out of North America
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After weiting several elegies
To fall quietly asleep like Baratynski
You asked for M and speechless
With your fingers made the sign
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Once through an industrial landscape
We traveled. Another time we came
Close to Arcadia on a country road
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Everyone has a care for Tomorrow.
What's wrong about that? ...