BEAR
by Oleh Lysheha, 1989

After dining in the moonlight,
He sorted the bones --
The small and the larger separated accurately
On ground that was still warm --
What if someone should come along and decide
To carve a hole in one
And make a flute..
To greet the dawn..
Otherwise things were the same --
The wild garlic was growing darker, the blackberries were filling out..
And his paw was still strong enough,
To protect the night..




translated from the Ukrainian by Virlana Tkacz and Wanda Phipps

lys8.doc 5/7/97

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