Many films begin with a funeral,
For one has to start somewhere,
And there is no better beginning than a death,
Though that is not what I wanted to say,
But this: It used to seem to me that somewhere
There is a long, long room,
And in it, a long, long table,
And on the table, a new film being unwound to all its length,
And patient people in blue scrubs laboring over every inch,
Scratching it neatly with casing nails;
After that the film is shown to the viewers,
To whom it seems like it’s raining throughout onscreen
And it never stops, even indoors.
Translated by Nika Skandiaka