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from Bohdan Antonych’s Square of Angels: Selected Poems, tr. Mark Rudman, Paul Nemser:
A
Grain of Barley
I
was a fool to sell my soul
for
a tiny grain of barley.
Fish
have streams, birds have nests.
I
am homeless. I have no star.
Fish
in the streams, stars in heaven,
and
I’m in my room with the flies.
The
silver eyes of fish — transparent glass.
Night
— a motionless kettle.
You
who feed the fish and insect,
and
give the comet its light,
guard
from fear and eternity
the
fish, the insect, the poet.
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