April hides in a wing where a duck tucks his green head, mourning’s night long still and you haven’t felt yet what sun can
and then it was I realized we all create our own Garden of Eden and so I have placed for you here the glasswort
translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson I stir the spoon in the cup and drink a liquid cloudless sky dilated time shows its scars a
They lie here side by side
in the long sleep, and I
wish I could set my ear
to the ground above them
and hear the night-talk,
those unintelligible