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by Aleksey Porvin
Und alles schwieg…
R. M. Rilke
Rainer, the aural tree
is strangled with the long body
of their creaking soles;
you won’t find honey in the flowers.
Do you hear the hissing in the forest,
scattered with thin
tongues? Do you see the ring
in the tiny scales of language?
They breath you alone.
Disappear, let them catch
the right stiffle with their mouths;
let them breath it themselves.
The bite will weaken,
and sap will appear in the tree;
in your leaves the faithful animals
will resuscitate.
translated by Peter Golub


