Bluesky

If you’d like to see the city with treessuddenly walking through it,visit in the afternoon, the girlsfresh out of school.

With green and white stripeson their uniforms,they spread over the earthlike evergreens.

These two girls link arms as they walk,and look: a row of girlschained together like plumsin my grandfather’s field.

And there is one girl—this poem is for her—standing all alone by a bookshelf.

She fears nothing:inside her is a weddingand a funeral.

She stares into the alphabetthe way a cypress tree stares into a cloud.The way a cloud stares into a cypress tree. 

(Translated by Sara Elkamel)