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Дикий ирис
Matins

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What is my heart to you

that you must break it over and over

like a plantsman testing

his new species? Practice

on something else: how can I live

in colonies, as you prefer, if you impose

a quarantine of affliction, dividing me

from healthy members of

my own tribe: you do not do this

in the garden, segregate

the sick rose; you let it wave its sociable

infested leaves in

the faces of the other roses, and the tiny aphids

leap from plant to plant, proving yet again

I am the lowest of your creatures, following

the thriving aphid and the trailing rose – Father,

as agent of my solitude, alleviate

at least my guilt; lift

the stigma of isolation, unless

it is your plan to make me

sound forever again, as I was

sound and whole in my mistaken childhood,

or if not then, under the light weight

of my mother’s heart, or if not then,

in dream, first

being that would never die.

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