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The Moon

(A María Kodama)

For María Kodama
 
There is such solitude in that gold.
The moon of these nights is not the moon
The first Adam saw. Long centuries
Of human vigil have filled her with
An old lament. See. She is your mirror.
 
Translated by A. S. Kline
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