Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Analect 2.686x



30 March 2010. Shadow of rain, wet leaves, gray sky...

Tonkaya Ryabina. A Russian song--Slender Mountain Ash. The rowan tree, its small clusters of red berries, set bright against a mantle of snow...

Why do you stand there swaying, slender mountain ash, your head bent down so?

While across the way, on the other side of a broad river, stands an oak, also alone?

And how could I, just a rowan tree, cross over to that oak?
I'd no longer stand bending and swaying...

With my slender branches I'd press against him
And with his leaves whisper day and night

But it's impossible for a rowan to cross over to an oak
To know such a fate--forever alone, swaying...

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