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(I read this poem with delight and wonder; it lends itself to and transcends explorations of constraint and form within a poetic history of language, myths and the straits of politic from which it emerges. a translator, the author, Venya Gushchin is clearly an astute progenitor of signs and codes, steeped in Latinate and Cyrillic, being cross- generative, encompassing a musicality of notational space, to elicit embodied signals of transference. by means of translation, transliteration, a blur of transience, the Aubade is a morning song of leaving, a trope often investigated through 20 th century composers and even found in a variety of modern art song and pop-culture conveyances. suppose a meteorite lands by a castle or a revolution is underway. power is translucent. we see through it like a black and white photograph, a blur of delicate blooms, the scents imagined in carpeted suites of rumination and cross-border convergences. I chose, in this response, to write from within the original text, a mirror- poem, a 2 nd iteration, a boundary of leave-taking, a poem-to-poem, admired, & composed from notebooks in the spaces of personal travel_/_).