Father archimandrite,
give up vespers service:
a cricket’s chirping!
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The night’s prodigy:
A star descending from skies
to listen to it
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All the lamenters
remain speechless at a dash:
crickets are chirping!
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The feast at height;
Listless to the street’s noises,
the Master Cricket
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Midnight approaches –
The cricket’s sleeplessness
rise again the song
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My dear nightingale,
where did all the crickets go
this specific night?
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The priest’s murmured chant:
under the altar’s table
a cricket’s chirping!
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Marked by emotion,
duet o the cricket’s sad fate,
the first white hoar frost
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Long forgotten tomb…
At All Soul’s Day attending
only the crickets
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During all night long
both the statue’s ears
overfilled with crickets
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A city dumpsite –
the distant cricket’s chirping
resounds crystal clear
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The concert is over:
stuck to the heavy boot’s sole
the soundless cricket
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It begins to rain –
the cricket’s serenade
cut short once again
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A desert house –
the ceaseless cricket’s chirping
crumbling the ceiling
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Accompaniment
to the cricket’s chirping –
the scythe sharpening