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
I used to think that you could choose /
your family; that what they did /
made no difference; that you could find /