Today’s poem comes to me via my friend Sandra, who handed me a piece of paper last night with this tiny, strange, and to my mind beautiful poem on it.
It’s by contemporary Russian poet Olga Sedakova, whose work I am not familiar with. Try as I might, I cannot find mention of the book this poem comes from, or who translated it, or even its title, but here it is:
I will say, and you will not believe me
How much I love the night and the road,
How much I love to have been chased away,
And to be chased away again tomorrow.