RING–NARROWING DAY UNDER

Translated by Heather McHugh & Nikolai Popov

Ring–narrowing Day under
the heavenleaf's web of veins.
Across large cells of empty time, through
the rainfall, climbs
a black–blue thing: the
thought–beetle.

Words in blood-bloom
throng before his feelers.

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