As if born anew each day
they meet: the same and not the same;
dull need obscures each past evening,
they slap each other a new name.
Asleep through lunch and suppertime:
a bottle breaks outside the wall;
numb adam rises from the slime,
and eve, and reenact their fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem