Tuesday, April 3, 2018


About One More Wood

From this little wood,

at last,

for ever or for years

the mushrooms have gone.

This happened slowly,

over thirty years.

And now, as I think back,

this disappearance, their "going"

seems one single action,

like the dying away

of a long-lived orchestra

of a long-lived choir.


Gennady Aygi
translated by Peter France


Luster said...

Dear Bob,

Lovely poem from a poet unknown to me. For at least ten years now, the Birdhouse is my store house of the known and the should be known.

Stay close

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Hi Mike,

A terrific poet now gone to us but he left many books and a fine translator. I know you will go further with this one.

Here from the land of falling snow, heavy rain, rising mud.

all's well, Bob