Sentinel

Sentinel (I). © Chris Bronsk 2014.

Sentinel (II). © Chris Bronsk 2014.

Jacket worn and shabby like a pack of wolves.
Face like a marble chip.
Sitting in a ring of his letters in the grove that sighs
of mocking and mistakes.
Yes, the heart is blown like paper through inhospitable passages.

Now sunset steals like a fox across this land
setting the grass on fire in a moment.
The sky is filled with horns and hooves, and underneath
the calèche glides shadowy between my father’s
illuminated estates.

Tomas Tranströmer, excerpted from “Gogol”

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