Thursday, January 04, 2007

Thursday Poetry

WORLD'S END
Jean Follain trans. W.S. Merwin

At the world's end
on worn-out ground
the one talks of the flowers
adorning Argonne china
in their red pigment is mixed
the gold of old Dutch ducats
dissolved in aqua regia.
How soon the night falls
the other answers
time goes so fast
in this empty country.

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