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Дикий ирис
Midsummer

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How can I help you when you all want

different things – sunlight and shadow,

moist darkness, dry heat —


Listen to yourselves, vying with one another —


And you wonder

why I despair of you,

you think something could fuse you into a whole —


the still air of high summer

tangled with a thousand voices


each calling out

some need, some absolute


and in that name continually

strangling each other

in the open field —


For what? For space and air?

The privilege of being

single in the eyes of heaven?


You were not intended

to be unique. You were

my embodiment, all diversity


not what you think you see

searching the bright sky over the field,

your incidental souls

fixed like telescopes on some

enlargement of yourselves —


Why would I make you if I meant

to limit myself

to the ascendant sign,

the star, the fire, the fury?

Дикий ирис. Аверн. Ночь, всеохватная ночь

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