all is asleep above the river
snow is falling on the skin of birds
all is moving
all is sliding with a million tiny feet over the edges of the visible
death passes by
gentle and familiar
tell me the loveliest of poems
give me the sweetest of kisses
never close your eyes
never listen to sadness
what river sustains you
what river quenches your thirst
all the universes converse with you
you hear animals calling to each other in the deep dark
you write to me from the tiny drops of winter
from days that cannot be placed into a before or after
Translated by Tadeja Spruk
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