TE22 Potpourri

Jacek Gutorow

Invisible

Two Poems from Rapallo

At the Pond

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The end of June. We’re going out of Dante and into Virgil. Dragonflies skim the water surface, a stork plods in the nearby rushes. I want to walk along the bank, but suddenly feel that in this weather the blue pond is intransitive. I can only watch how things change:

Three steep paths, the quern of waves. Moon over a salita . To memorize this place. The voice, the shattered vase.

2

a cloud lights into the next frame, a flaky bark of birch carries a knotty message.

An outgoing wave. Anchored rocks. In the evening the bay illuminates the depth

and silently convenes all reflected, scattered lights.

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