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Vernal Larynx
Translated to English by Manavaz Alexandrian
The spring that slides
from the broken lute of the throat
sits
on a support
for a while;
softly
on the rock
its vernal larynx
calls
the lover of the ice flower.[1
from the broken lute of the throat
sits
on a support
for a while;
softly
on the rock
its vernal larynx
calls
the lover of the ice flower.[1
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