The Undiscovered Country
THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY
We often gazed at the island, she and I.
In the broad Volga, it
Looked like one island in summer,
But boats entered its leaves never coming back.
In fall the view cleared it into two islands,
Separate, but too close to be separable.
An undiscovered land seen
From afar at first, then up close and so wonderful
And seen again from afar,
Shows a new hill or bay,
Not obvious from close-in.
A lovely added dimension, she said.
Unknown Venus
In the frosty blue early spring sky
Shimmering and alone, except for us.
Every morning freshly welcome
Like a drink of cold water
Always new, untouched.
She is the undiscovered country.
A fresh world of life, where memories are created
Always new, moment to moment, living
With no plan, no history, unimagined new
Ideas spring from her reality.
My boat will never come back.
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