Translation Poem by Helga Symon

So you who measures me by day

Have ever dragged me hot and homeless

Through squares partying away

Beneath the moon oh-so-enormous?

Have you in plagued and crummy joint

Where waltz is screaming with abandon

Crushed down my fingers to a point

Where your drunk fist breaks out in tendons?

Have you my dream voice ever heard

That whispers on - Oh, smoke and ashes!

Can’t say you know me, not a word,

If haven’t drunk with me or banged me.