Excerpts from
North
By Juliane Preisler
There are so many, many rooms
But there is one where we must meet
It is a winter country and outside
The cold stands trembling around the walls
Throwing the light in whitely through
The panes so that every shape
Becomes nothing but a darkness
But this one darkness, in that room
Is you, I know you by taste
And smell and sounds that you always
Carry around you, of evening calm
across the water
We almost collide
And our mouths are fledgling-open
And our eyes are closed to everything
That cannot be noticed through the tongue
And we cannot be separated
We could never be separated
It goes on and on, a gust
Of winter light and body dark
And walls around that throw
Us back towards each other
Translated by David McDuff
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