...But nothing's lost. Or else all is translation
And every bit of us is lost in it
(Or found---I wander through the ruins of S
Now and then, wondering at the peacefulness)
And in that loss a self-effacing tree,
Color of context, imperceptibly
Rustling with its angel, turns the waste
To shade and fiber, milk and memory.
-from "Lost in Translation"
James Merrill
And every bit of us is lost in it
(Or found---I wander through the ruins of S
Now and then, wondering at the peacefulness)
And in that loss a self-effacing tree,
Color of context, imperceptibly
Rustling with its angel, turns the waste
To shade and fiber, milk and memory.
-from "Lost in Translation"
James Merrill
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