unknown station. fog filled.
road desolate.
the train-driver is old, he
can't even find
his own train.
it would seem, there, there…
at a distance, buried in the fog
ambivalent
isn't that a girl weeping to her heart's content!
Translated by PRASANTA CHAKRAVARTY
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