aripple ripple aripple
love’s autumn meets with us, and
in song song in song
yearning yearning yearning
I send you love poems flying in on silver leaves, and
over and over and over
we share together our pale memories
joyful joyfully joyful
you come my love to me, and
loving lovingly loving
to you I dedicate our love
the two swans remaining
are song’s autumn,
the gentle love they’ve found
the autumn of recollection
T-Ö Erdenetsogt (born 1971) Mongolia
Transalted by Simon Wickham-Smith
Source: The Best Amercian Poetry
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