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Дикий ирис
Retreating Light

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You were like very young children,

always waiting for a story.

And I’d been through it all too many times;

I was tired of telling stories.

So I gave you the pencil and paper.

I gave you pens made of reeds

I had gathered myself, afternoons in the dense

            meadows.

I told you, write your own story.


After all those years of listening

I thought you’d know

what a story was.


All you could do was weep.

You wanted everything told to you

and nothing thought through yourselves.


Then I realized you couldn’t think

with any real boldness or passion;

you hadn’t had your own lives yet,

your own tragedies.

So I gave you lives, I gave you tragedies,

because apparently tools alone weren’t enough.


You will never know how deeply

it pleases me to see you sitting there

like independent beings,

to see you dreaming by the open window,

holding the pencils I gave you

until the summer morning disappears into writing.


Creation has brought you

great excitement, as I knew it would,

as it does in the beginning


And I am free to do as I please now,

to attend to other things, in confidence

you have no need of me anymore.

Дикий ирис. Аверн. Ночь, всеохватная ночь

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