translated from the Russian by Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine
I am happy living simply:
like a clock, or a calendar.
Worldy pilgrim, thin,
wise—as any creature. To know
the spirit is my beloved. To come to things—swift
as a ray of light, or a look.
To live as I write: spare—the way
God asks me—and friends do not.
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from Poetry magazine (March 2012)
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