Translated by John Minahane
Black world, radiant
footprint in water
and in the footprint a shard of glass.
You will stoop
and break earth below the horizon, round
as the arc of a hand on the steering-wheel.
You’ll straighten, you’ll hang on by the trouser-leg
to the shadow that’ll hold you, repeating
gesture after gesture
and keeping in step.
Who of us is black,
who broke earth below the horizon, round
as the arc of a hand on the steering-wheel.<