4th August 2022
Poetry
1 minute read
What of Him?
translated by Mira Rosenthal
4th August 2022
1 minute read
I wish that you were here—I’ve settled my life
into this void filled to the brim with your absence.
And maybe the mystery lies in precisely
this fact—if the world sprung into existence,
it happened the moment you left.
A calling out
remains, abandoned clothes, abandoned space,
a dog, who all year goes into the street
to where he saw you last—inside the gate
where trash collects and keeps the crumpled ball
of a partial list of what to buy, to fix,
to give away, a number to call. Fantastic
vacation plans. I charge you twice for tickets,
since what about return?
The dog herewith,
what does he do, what is his status between
points A and B, will he be enticed by a whiff
of the forest, the snow, the world beyond this street?