Why quarrel with this lake?
I looked along the bar
And saw my fellow creature
Bravely standing there.
"By word, sign, or touch,"
I cried, in my mute heart,
"Tell me, be my teacher,
Be learnèd in that art,
What is my name and nature?"
David Ferry
Bewilderment
New Poems and
Translations
At a Bar
[fragment]
University of Chicago, 2012©
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