Babel

i see the firs gesticulate
rough as cossacks gathered round
some shouted anecdote
unintelligible in the storm
stern and snow crusted
the last giants, perhaps
towers of babel built by poets

i hoped to speak truth to you by them
but each of us understands only
his own wild language
her own wild words

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