Wind,
Water, Stone
translated
by Eliot Weinberger
for Roger Caillois
Water hollows stone,
wind scatters water,
stone stops the wind.
Water, wind, stone.
Wind carves stone,
stone's a cup of
water,
water escapes and is
wind.
Stone, wind, water.
Wind sings in its
whirling,
water murmurs going
by,
unmoving stone keeps
still.
Wind, water, stone.
Each is another and no
other:
crossing and vanishing
through their empty
names:
water, stone, wind.
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