from 'A Conversation With A Chance Acquaintance' by Robert Rozhdestvensky

14MAY11: mist on Country Club Pond, a photo by tarboxje on Flickr.


'Look, 
             how the night is breathing
A star
             tired of glimmerng
                                                    has fallen
                                          and has burned your shoulder ...' 

'What?'

'Look,
             how ingratiatingly the mist
                                                    is clinging
                                           to young water ...'

'Where?' 

 

https://sites.bu.edu/russian-poetry/biography-robert-rozhdestvensky/