Way, by Tristan Tzara
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what is this road that separates us
across which I hold out the hand of my thoughts
a flower is written at the end of each finger
and the end of the road is a flower which walks with you
--TRANSLATED BY LEE HAIRWOOD
From “99 Poems in Translation,” selected by Harold Pinter, Anthony Astbury and Geoffrey Godbert (Grove: 150 pp., $11)
