BoneBoneBondBendBent
You wish you were that deerYou wish you were that deer, to graze and cropthe grass and munch some more, and never say,I wonder if I ate too much. You dropten pounds in winter, trying hard to stayalive in rain and snow and cold. You move—no tender grass—to evergreens. You tastethe woody things, the bark. You do not lovethis winter forage; still, you would not wastethat mouthful—yellow spruce. You chew and chewand swallow, chew again. Just yesterdayyou saw the robins. In the frozen dewyou yank a blade. This patience is your way.You jerk awake. Go back to work. No spring.You chew that meaningless and woody thing.
make it, fix it, freeze itmake it, fix it, freeze it in a bell jarhigh above the cloudsthis fixing of all things which contradictschange, movement, creationTuesday you liked the ideaby Sunday you had second thoughtstwo separate storiestwo different outcomesyou try them out alternativelyand decide to stayhere and now
or so i see.
but i'm told that these translations I have are very good
I think this quote could work here:
"There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words."
(Dostoesky)
However, nothing more is necessary.
The question is after all - is anything received? (better is)