Final Dream
(trans. Alan Marshfield)
A railway noise,
trains shunting in one place,
an infinite,
jarring clangour and ado;
vibrations
uncontrolled distorting space ...
from this a
sudden silence. I was through.
The thick and
sudden drench of illness died
in one last
breath. My eyes moved as I lazed
at peace upon
that sickbed; at my side
I saw my mother
and was not amazed.
Freedom! ...
without an ounce of strength should I
wish to unfold
the hands beneath my chin:
but I had no such
wish. There was a sigh
as though of
cypresses, insistent thin;
or stream on a
wide plain which sought to flow
out to an ocean
that was non-existent:
I went where its
bare whispering might go,
always the same,
always and ever distant.
From: BrinDin Press Online