Walking in a Shadow

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Walking in a Shadow

Walking in a Shadow
The Emigration of Night from Day
Another Pillow
Coffee and Water
Leaden Words
Masks
The Bull
The Broken Shadow

Before I go to sleep,
I always shake
my pillow.

The remnants of the dream
I dreamt last night
remain still fresh.

I do not shake them
from my pillow.
But turn them carefully round.

Perhaps the dream will come
once more tonight,
be just the same
as it appeared
last night,

.
.

or else
it will be old.

Translated by: Peter Waugh

2018-08-21T17:23:07+00:00 August 3rd, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 55|0 Comments