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Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










BS by Vitaly Pukhanov

You handed me at our last meeting
A ball of intricate BS.
I tinkered with it every evening:
BS is always such a mess!

It lay about, dusty yet dandy,
And was, like kin, importunate,
But never once did it come handy.
Sorry, ma’am, that’s unfortunate.

 
 
Translated from the Russian by Philip Nikolayev