Once
By Nina Cassian
The old rock-climber cries out in his sleep,
Dreaming without enthusiasm
Of a great cliff immeasurably steep,
Or of the sort of yawning chasm,
Now far too deep,
That once, made safe by rashness, he could leap.
--Translated by Richard Wilbur
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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