The weather vane turns
now I think how breath is cut
from the depths of the throat the air
around the raven amply grasped and the hiccup
caught halfway through a sentence
oh abruptly abandoned sob
is there anyone who braves
the sneeze open-eyed?
the snore and cough muted
blushes escaping the body
abandon the moment during which
a muffed ear
quietens on wire.
translated by Michele Hutchison