LAMENTO 4. Comments

4.
A man stands in the water looking at a woman - like little smoke clouds
crows fall from the sky and form a black swaying tree crown.
On the water that cloud floats back home,
but where is our house as yet?

The man and the woman without moving stand looking at each other
below the liver-coloured sky, as if there is snow on the way - is there a
dreamt-of December for us in which at night we would spend hours
looking at the stiffening of the pearly garden with its silver pond?

How the man and the woman look at each other, without moving, their breath
all cloudy - as if they're smoking - as if merely by thinking of her
from the mouth of the man a hazy woman whirls up and from the mouth of
the woman a hazy man, and that those merely by breathing
are blown towards each other, dreamt-of wisps that each other
like two unravelled items of clothing, from which two times ten fingers
and two necks, two mouths; as if two pallid bodies
up against each other, into each other, like hair entangled in a braid.

We could call it love, but what is the name of that sparkle still
between their mouths?

In the last sunlight a man and a woman in the water stand looking at each other
as in new sunlight, a woman and a man who can merely speak their name
by looking each other ablaze
to themselves
see it erased on the water.
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