Returning home from the funeral, roosters crowed.
A terribly empty April afternoon on earth.
The sky appeared to us as small
As a morning glory. We went to a tavern.
Our table was full of cracks.

translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad

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Our new coffins have just arrived.
For women, for men,
For children, for adults,
For the short, the tall, the fat,
For every length and every shape.
Gilded, embossed, marbled,
Our coffins have arrived.
The very latest models.

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The sun swing swings back and forth
While I arrange the clouds in my window.
Everything’s in the same place, stone of nothingness,
Zenith of the timeless sea, buried
Earth and a wind that goes nowhere.

As if time said it is because of the sun swing
Swinging back and forth.

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Evening is your village where we arrive on mules,
I see your salt, your flour, your cattle,
Your heart darkened in its crackling seeds
Like a writhing caterpillar.
Dreams come heavily to us like life,
Gathering your visions piece by piece.
You extract the provisions of your beauty one by one
And spread your skirts out at your side
Like a flight of birds dragging on the ground.

I see old pictures in your eyes,
Your rain, your sea in the brimming dawn.
I see masts in the dark and in the sea,
Your protected old forests and glaciers.
I’ve had enough, leave me the courtesy
That your gaze has filled like a river.
Now I’ll line your silent stones
Up to the summits of your breath-taking knees.

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Autumn pursues its morning
The dog
in the child’s garden.

translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad