Letting the day go by until
it became night and in the fruit bowl
the forgotten tangerine withered

in the distance the city glowed,
igniting on its own

what was alive in icy fields
crawled into cocoons, raised
prickles against the stars

Only the diamond sky-hunters
cutting silently into granite
took us along, struck us off

until morning brought us bread
and words, as birds did twigs


Translation: Willem Groenewegen