From 'Eclogue V: Summer'
Life is the sum of trifling motions. The silver
twilight of sedge's sheathed blades, the quiver
of many a shepherd's purse, the ever-
shifting tableau of horse sorrel, gentle
alfalfa's ditherings -- these engender
our grasp of the rules of a stage whose centre
cannot be found. At noonday both wheat and shabby
darnel cast northward their common shadow
because they are sown and shuffled
by the same windy sower about whose humours
the place is still rife with all sorts of rumours.
By Joseph Brodsky, translated by George L. Kline and the author