When you go away, pushing the specter of yourself
into stringing nettles, burdocks
and something- tussles in the grass right up to the knotgrass,
the strokes of the spokes like a metronome, and the rhythm flutters

a sparrow, a lizard, a rat?

when you fail, you miss a start
later you just circulate in the form of a story,
you plunge into the third storm this day
and only the leaf of nerves is dry, and falls down on the forehead

a sparrow, a lizard, a rat?

(When they’re here at last to cash the house,
in which you wait for a ‘brighter’ future,
come up to the window, stretch your arms,
take in the world as it is

a sparrow, a lizard, a rat?


tłumaczenie: Natalia Kossakowska