translated by the agency of Susan ...

translated by the agency of Susan Bernofsky

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LATER THEN it was the streak of luminous
silver bright filament traced
upon the frostclear

sky like a stupendous
safety pin holding
together the halves
of morning. Difficult

to describe: when this first light
was half forgotten abruptly you
sens the gravity

in your bone Everything appeared
foreshortened ("Order?
in no degree was any...") and you

walked in succession ...