Here is a man dreaming
along the beach. Another
who never remembers dates.
Here is a man running away
from a tree; here is another
who’s lost his boat, or his hat.
Here is a man who is a soldier;
another pretending to be an airplane;
another forgetting
his hour, his mystery
his fear of the word veil,
and in the shape of a ship,
here still is another who fell asleep.
Translated by Jean Valentine