LANDSCAPE
Stars - tears of light, how gently fallen
night is in glass broken of arcades...
night sails away in space outcondensed
on black barges leaking with wet shades.
Bridges flounder blackpoured in current,
stars tousle misty hair of wicker...
Passed some people crossing the bridge...
Eyes sunk mute into evil city...
River dense and thick yawns by slowly
Into stifling dark liquid greyness,
bridge cuts into sky with hard iron
around cross curvature of wedges...
From tart hunger lips nauseous empty,
swallow bitter tearlights from vapour...
Gray at night over slippy wicker
crawling with dawn sky like a crater...
[transl. P.M.Salomon]
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