Take the child into your arms and go
Take the one that was born
with glasses on its nose
Take it and go out on the balcony
Let it look across the square to the sea
and when it looks,
say that the cloud's job is
to wander and to rain

I have no other child
than words of warped character.
I feel nothing, I know no one.
I lost you and all meaning.
The dejected sky
fell down on my head.

Take the sky into your arms and go
Take the clock hand
that prevented remembering
Take a bearded pike
and make some food
out of its mouth, for sheer need
There's someone coming around the corner,
as if made-to-measure for you.

I have no other sky
than babble and senseless talk.
There's nothing coming around the corner. If anything comes, night comes.
You become a dense, dark field.

(trans. Johanna Karlsson)