from one day to the next.
Newspapers headline
big political scandal.
Now, along with everything else,
they've made it to the moon!
Only my life consists
of boredome and monotony,
a litter of worksheets
covering the table...
Guilty and hollow is how I feel,
sheer chaos in my heart.
Outside, it's just starting to rain.
I throw my coat on and,
one of Schiller's Romantic leads,
a touch sullen,
a touch sad,
take my slow steps
down a wet, crowded
street,
lost inside myself.
from Daybooks: 1970-1972, Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs, 2003
translated by Vyt Bakaitis
translated by Vyt Bakaitis
