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Дикий ирис
Vespers

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I don’t wonder where you are anymore.

You’re in the garden; you’re where John is,

in the dirt, abstracted, holding his green trowel.


This is how he gardens: fifteen minutes of intense effort,

fifteen minutes of ecstatic contemplation. Sometimes

I work beside him, doing the shade chores,

weeding, thinning the lettuces; sometimes I watch

from the porch near the upper garden until twilight makes

lamps of the first lilies: all this time,

peace never leaves him. But it rushes through me,

not as sustenance the flower holds

but like bright light through the bare tree.

Дикий ирис. Аверн. Ночь, всеохватная ночь

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