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The Dog's Movements, 1990

Poem 11

when the heart is a moon
in the evening
the rain is also there
and the story
in the body
is the mountains'
line of movement
along the sky
within

II

I can't get to sleep
tiredness is
like limp grass
in my body

New Poems, 1997

ALL SEE

when I again and again
fall down in this incomprehensible ringing
filled
and at the same time
turned away towards something else
in its heavy
and unintelligible understanding
It maybe happens then that I want no more then
sitting where I am
at a window
and looking towards the movements in the clouds
and towards the movements in the water
I want no more
I am alone
in a humid flight
of acquired loneliness
and I stroke my face with my hand
I sit there
I sit there in a wet shining movement of soil and darkness
which is me
in me
I'll give up, I think
Now it is enough
I'll give up
I think, and so it is suddenly
not I who sees, but an
eye from everyone
sees and sees
through me
and sees me
as what I see
And I see myself smile and see that my eyes are filled
And I see that I am present within a joy I never
can forget

SO LONG SINCE THE OTHERS

what do we do while
it darkens and the house grows cold and it grows still darker
and we are afraid as each of us is busy with his own affairs and
we think that now no one must leave us
then we surely won't manage to live on in our house
then we surely must leave for the trees the hills the sea everything is dim
and dark when we are alone and it is so long since the others

Translated by Louis Muinzer