by Pavel Chichikov
Across the narrow river
Multitudes of bluebells
On a field of celandine
Why do they seem like people
On a farther shore –
Have I seen them once before?
Who are those who wait for me
Across a boundary
Though in a distance unresolved?
Or have I superposed
A bogus mystery
On them which crossing there may solve?
Which crowds are these
And have I seen them once before
Against another shore?
How can living energy
That once resolved itself to living form
Come to any harm?
What do I see among them?
Dormant beech and oak
The purple judas tree
And if I cross
What will become of me
And will I come to any harm?
Then let a heavy storm
Let fall a tree
That I can walk upon
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