How quiet, the way
It shimmers and fades The way it consoles
shelters and shields us
from frequently away to that primordial garden
that wretch help up to the world
how left unto itself
it turns into an incomprehensible outpouring How
it hurries across the sky every time the dog howls
and races by raising all hell come loose It whines
like the bay It comes alive on the branches
on which our bodies hang.
Translated by: Lazar Popov and Michael Szporer