by gunter grass from novemberland
translated by michael hamburger
soothingly reassure. blandly tell fortune.
wished to communicate deeply.
for my stupidity wanted your understanding.
between quotation marks only or printed,
set in lead, to lie.
what finds no reason but receives an answer:
logical chains,
confessional whispering,
the interval kept in reserve,
speech-rubble sound-scree.
hoisted into the wind
your ear flutters,
hears itself flutter.
as i thread words they split, spoken off-target.
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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