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Дикий ирис
Lamium

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This is how you live when you have a cold heart.

As I do: in shadows, trailing over cool rock,

under the great maple trees.


The sun hardly touches me.

Sometimes I see it in early spring, rising very far away.

Then leaves grow over it, completely hiding it. I feel it

glinting through the leaves, erratic,

like someone hitting the side of a glass with a metal spoon.


Living things don’t all require

light in the same degree. Some of us

make our own light: a silver leaf

like a path no one can use, a shallow

lake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.


But you know this already.

You and the others who think

you live for truth and, by extension, love

all that is cold.

Дикий ирис. Аверн. Ночь, всеохватная ночь

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