The fly explores me,

tickles my arms and my hands --


It cannot be caught.

I'm sad from the rain,

without knowing: is this real --


genuine sadness?

Do as he does, stare

at him, scan his body, and --


see his discomfort.

Just to get a grip

on what's happening, I say --


out loud: nownownow.

It didn't count for much,

I know in hindsight, thanks to --


my account of it.

Take care when you dream,

not to get lost in all your --


possibilities.

Before we can no longer
seal the cracks
of windows and doors
against betrayal
we must take other risks
to preserve our dreams

Until we can no longer
dance away our common
powerlessness in love songs
with our hands and hips
and sing along with
the happiness and the longing

Then to dance with eyes and lips
and to sing along together
to drown out the sorrow
of the unwanted
farewell that we take
without saying goodbye

The apples taste like oil
the wind erases our traces
on the cracked skin
of the pale earth where
nothing flourishes and nothing thrives
It erases our contact

Storm in the city,

dashing on the brick pavement:


police on horseback.

The dog learns to bark

differently, practising --


the art of singing.

The merry-go-round

dances on its wheels, swinging --


around its axis.

Most people in love

are just not at their best when --


it really matters.

In the compartment

window, we kiss and we merge --


with the May blossoms.

Is making love a

new, skimming way to fly up --


without gravity?

You, my sweetest word,

make me human, you create --


a world inside me.

Holding and touching

each other, gently doing --


what is in our mind.

I sit in her bed,

looking at her, her body --


the promise it holds.

The roads are rounds, watch

out and avoid them if you --


look for a way out.

I'm invisible

when I read a poem, I'm --


eavesdropping on it.

A sleepy village,

the doors and shutters are closed --


Dogs barking loudly.

The gate has no bell,

no one opens when I knock --


It comes down to me.

In the morning wind

my thoughts are tinkling clearly --


like a carillon.

Rain, the thunderstorm,

and the complete surrender --


of the trees: awesome!

The sense of how large

the universe is, makes man --


both little and great.

Some non-believers

don't find it so difficult:


there is one Gollah!

You can vaguely see

what was and what will be, but --


Now remains hidden.

We're eating the meat

of nameless animals still --


unknown to Noah.

It may be decent

manners that I seem sad, but --


to me it's boring.

Will, after the war,

our hearts still be awaiting --


us at home, sweet home?

Can't you let me dance

in the street, to the music --


I like to dream of?

I just shouldn't always

have to do the usual --


things that don't matter.

Don't ever leave me,

if you do so anyway --


please, let me find you.

Aren't all romances

a huge explosion of dreams --


and dearest desires?

There is a boulder

in the middle of the road --


there is a boulder.

Read, and realise:

it is also about you --


this past history.

To really see things

you have to look carefully --


slightly beside them.

The beauty of art

and the world does not exist --


if you reject it.

Thinking of the past

I still remember a lot --


Much more than I knew.

The little cottage

transforms me when I enter --


into a giant.

Stay a child, then you

can fall asleep like a prince --


on a stranger's lap.

The hall is sold out,

because we always remove --


superfluous chairs.

Being intimate

with people means having to --


share in their secrets.

I whisper courage

to myself and cross my arms --


Lullalullaby.

His beautiful voice!

Could he perhaps be gargling --


honey every day?

Are, these days, men's skirts

like kilt, sarong and lungi --


called 'legless clothing'?

It is arduous

to carry him, he's heavy --


with his phantom limb.

He sings wistfully

about a sheep, cow or goat --


sunk into the peat.

A lot of wisdom,

as the harvest of my life?


Nah, I know better.

A sledgehammer kills,

or it may loosen a thought,


something from the past.

We keep racing down,

and from what we hear the van --


has lost its exhaust.

I'm disappointed,

nevertheless, as always --


I count my blessings.