- 2018
translated by David Connolly
To be or not?
So mused again my heart’s
Hamlet
And then:
How can you say the reverse
It’s heard in the eyes
Firm like a mire.
(How heartless
That habit kids have
Of turning a tortoise
Upside down
A beetle – poor creature
Shakes tiny legs of supplication
And feels shame
With all the secret signs
Of its generation in relief
In the light: little
Adam
Who lost
And to conceal the wound
Plucks fig leaves
He plucks the tree hoping for
The mercy of a nudge that, the reverse
Of the reverse, would set
The cosmos at his feet
Anew).
So tell me
Then
You who know:
To be or not?
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