If I never again saw your eyes …
Moistness …
If I didn’t hear your barking cough …
The light’s been used …
If I asked you for happy songs …
Gaps in the stairs …
If there were no reddish-green skull,
smashed against the snowy bank,
no eyes, drowned in the snows,
if in the frames there were no darkness
of effervescing ice …
Then I would pity you.
Translated by Daniel Weissbort