By
Ed Bremson
Drowning in time
time…
the unseen river
into which we fall
and rush along
till we can’t keep
our heads above water
finally going under
one last time
sinking to the bottom
remaining there
while the river flows on
and on
Thank You, Constance Garnett
I remember the first time I read
“Notes From Underground,” how it
spoke to me as nothing else ever had;
how I felt suddenly connected with
a kindred spirit; how Dostoevsky
gave words to feelings I had never
before been able to express; how I
hung on the significance of every
phrase; how he seemed to understand
me, and I understand him; how he
taught me to laugh, to cry, to beat
the wall, but only in the Constance
Garnett translation.
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