The Sound of the Mountain

All the leaves have turned red
All alone at home,
Dry your tears
I’m carrying the baby…

You’re breaking her heart and destroying
It might respond to your subtle touch
I’m sorry about this evening
streaming down your face

a vista, one can see hidden depths
Other people’s marriages
…dying in the arms of a beautiful woman
Get the candles out

he says she’s just like a child
It must be scratched to bits by now
There’s a blackout
Your true voice

I was just fixing my hair
some fine tea as a funeral gift
no understanding of women
on a stormy night like this

It’s been a fortnight
of lullabies much recently
She was crying all last night
before the temple bell rang

The scar shows
It’s getting cold
with kindness
Trying to escape

One’s like a torrent,
Put these in a vase for me
A woman’s nosebleed
as a farewell gesture

any suffering at birth…
They got soaked to the skin
…if we were to commit suicide
Maybe she lost more

an old couple who killed themselves
At that sunflower
What’s wrong with a single woman
When it stops bleeding,

You were up early this morning, Father
some sweetened water?
All alone at home,
Dry your tears

…but whenever I see a sunflower,
from a storm like this…
her hopes of ever having a baby
she must be feeling

Yesterday Girl

They’ve found an unknown notebook
negotiable instruments.
natural law and positive law
One mirror.
Burnt down.

I know one day a miracle will happen
this, for you, bad experience,
You’ve stolen and therefore…
I’m cold even in the summer.
Do you still pray

You will inherit heaven
When they will carry the body…
Did he separate the mother
the concentration camp at Reichenbach.
is a cross-section

One brassiere, black.
Before all days are past
The dog frees his master.
The mind like a well-raked garden.
isn’t that of a labyrinth.

I can’t proclaim all-out marriage.
Two candlesticks. Heavy ones.
of love for those full of remorse…
The injured party, I mean.
One sanitary napkin. An empty jar.

the angels call out to you.
How sadly her eyes
A day of repentance
Slowly he lifted his weight off
to learn not to learn.

and haggard, sits at his desk.
I asked myself:
My heart rejoices when I do good.
Now slowly, slowly… right.
Next time we’ll hear other

Foreign languages.
A very fine blue.
with the sentence:
What separates us from yesterday
…to become calm and gentle.

Father

How much blood stain the hands
Imagine, I dreamt we were
The sea at last.
in his arms.

When the rope is pulled,
from Heaven with sorrow,
His tears were running down his cheeks.
Not that way. The way you wrote it

When she first saw me,
Will you love each other forever’?
and indicated such injuries
Let me have this boy. I’d keep him

(DIARY OF A FAITH)
A sleeping drug.
because you fell off the steps.
But with a child,

Father gives me
He put their legs and arms in plaster
Orphans, widows, ruined families,
Heaven knows.

Why do I keep saying things
into a big heap.
Whats this happiness I feel when I see
Nothing, Mummy.

I have only some faint memories
FATHER’S BELONGINGS
Sometimes I still feel ashamed and
remain standing.

I must swim across the Danube alone,
With smiling eyes.
She was a pretty woman.
I denied for a long time

He had a wife and a child.
Every night they rode
Clear lungs.
The glass broke and it stopped.

on my own strength.
Thirty years ago. Or more.
Yes, now I remember.
some queer signs instead of letters.