I. from Xenia, I.
Eugenio Montale
We had planned a whistle
for the hereafter, a sign of recognition.
I try it out in the hope
that we are all dead already without knowing it.
II. Widgeon
Seamus Heaney
It had been badly shot.
While he was plucking it
he found, he says, the voice box--
like a flute stop
in the broken windpipe--
and blew upon it
unexpectedly
his own small widgeon cries.
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