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Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel
of the mind run dry,
scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside?

No, my heart is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
Not asleep, not dreaming—
its eyes are opened wide
watching distant signals, listening
on the rim of vast silence.


Translated by Alan S. Trueblood


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Added: 24 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 6 Sep 2008 5:01 PM | Viewed: 4453 times

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