Like being a child and an enormous insult is pulled over your head like a sack; through the sack’s stitches you catch a glimpse of the sun and hear the cherry trees humming.But this doesn’t help, the great affront covers your head and torso and knees and though you move sporadically you can’t take pleasure in the spring.Yes, shimmering wool hat, pull it down over the face and stare through the weave. On the bay, water-rings teem soundlessly. Green leaves are darkening the land.
Two Cities
Each on its own side of a strait, two cities one plunged into darkness, under enemy control. In the other the lamps are burning. The luminous shore hypnotizes the blacked-out one.I swim out in a trance on the glittering dark waters. A muffled tuba-blast breaks in. It’s a friend’s voice, take your grave and go.
The Light Streams In
Outside the window is spring’s long animal, the diaphanous dragon of sunshine flowing past like an endless commuter train — we never managed to see its head.The seaside villas scuttle sideways and are as proud as crabs. The sun causes the statues to blink.The raging conflagration out in space is transforming into a caress. The countdown has begun.
Night Travel
It’s teeming under us. Trains depart. Hotel Astoria trembles. A glass of water by the bedside shines into the tunnels.He dreamed he was imprisoned on Svalbard. The planet rumbled as it turned. Glittering eyes passed over the ice. The miracles’ beauty existed.
Haiku Poems
I The high-tension lines taut in cold’s brittle kingdom north of all music.