I confided to the man who wasn’t there
this bed is too large for me alone

It was when still another city
began to die around me
that I took its measure as a pretext
since the fact is that love
can never be pronounced by me

At every blow of the new dawn
they overturn the trash down below
until the morning
approaches with more strength

let no light put asunder
what my great emptiness has joined

Translated by Brenda Porster