Wednesday, October 7, 2020

RE-READING GENNADY AYGI ~









And a cloud is floating, a round cloud,

like a cap on my head,

and my time passes, like a dream

dreamed without sleep.



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I was back reading Gennady Aygi
in late July — muggy wet weather
blasted by a now and then breezy lovely 
sunny day to ride the bicycle (we rode
the bicycles on the muggy wet days too),
each book beautifully presented by Peter France
Salute — to Singing; Time of Gratitude;
Winter Revels and Ever Further into the Snow
and so many of his other books on my shelves

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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.






take care little mushrooms