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Garden FragranceLast night a bomb exploded on the veranda But sounds of birds sweeten the air this morning. I hear the fragrant trees, look in the garden For two silent clusters of ripe guavas. (translated by Martha Collins and Thuy Dinh) |
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Issue #21, July, 2001 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.