Inebriated, he was surrounded by women, shadow, police, wind.
He strung veins on the heather row, put vertigo in virtue, frost's furious flower went blue in his ear.
Roses, snakes and spoons were beautiful so long as he held them in his hands.
Translated by Forrest Gander
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