Paradise
I filled my eyes with beauty and ugliness.
In the damp basement
I recall
the murmur of the river,
which,
without paying heed to the obstacles,
douched the still boulders.
For years, in the same place
the anchored stones
did not allow the elements
to move them elsewhere.
The relentless, mindless
figments of the earth
are to be harder than the human?
I will drift with the current of life
- I will find my paradise.
--tr. Artur Komoter
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