Wednesday, April 13, 2022



Varda Poem

                                     for Yanko

You who taught numbers to know the rainbow

Who opened every door in the celestial city

Who always made more when there was less

Who enchanted birds

Who loved all things except the mean

Should you be seen

Dancing in your golden ashes

About half a league off our port beam

As we go out the Gate

While the sun sets clear

Will you tell us one more time

How hard it is to be human

When it's so easy to be divine



Alice Paalen Rahon

New York Review of Books

Translated by Mary Ann Caws