A website juxtaposes—
It looks like by accident—
Hagiwara, Pasternak.
Pasternak is poetic
In describing poetry
Through poetic metaphors
Of whistles, cracked ice, the night,
The duel of nightingales,
A sweet pea that has run wild,
Fine sorts of sensory things,
While Hagiwara responds,
As it were, through quotation
By translation, poetry
Has no demonic magic,
No mystery, is nothing
But a solitary soul’s
Sick, lonely consolation.
Well, ok, what is it then,
This poetry—poetic
Or sorry compensation?
It’s something, as it happens.
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