Poem of the Week, week 31: Rolf Jacobsen "A Path Through Grass"

A PATH THROUGH GRASS

A path through grass
worn as an old hoehandle
and pale as silver.
The silent things
that build bridges so many places,
roads after dead people, a handle,
a path in the field
moves like an unreal thing through the summer,
moon bridges built over the green seas.

Rolf Jacobsen

Translated by Robert Bly in Twenty Poems, Seventies Press, Madison Minnesota, 1977, p. 65.

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