Saturday, July 24, 2021

Translation by Franz Wright


Death is nature’s way
of telling you to be quiet.
Of saying it’s time
to be weaned, your conflagration starved
to diamond.
I’ll give you something to cry about.
And what those treetops swaying
dimly in the wind spelled. 

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