So much gentleness from unknown men
for no particular reason.
Once in Paris a waiter turned to me: “Chérie!
Don’t forget your cigarettes.”
And in a London market, when
I wanted to buy a Beatles record,
the stall-holder sighed: “What can I do, love,
if the price goes up again?”
In New York airport, an old black man
took me to the right gate, saying:
“Don’t panic, baby, just follow me!”
And I followed in his footsteps.
So much kindness from strange men!
Why the hell should I need more?
Lie peaceful in your oyster, pearl.
Stay calm, Moon, in the heavens.
Translated by Ruth Fainlight