Sixth Walcott, took two hours
to finish an existing raw translation
and denied a walk in the last light.-
Raising my head, it done,
it's completely dark, black
depths like an ocean trench
outside the windows,
and I could go and walk
in the darkness and perhaps
I will, but it will be a walk
devoid of all light except
artificial and only natural light
will reach beyond the eyes
and come rest in the mind,
flooding the lungs with more
than air. The relief of getting
it done less now when thinking
of that gray, pallid light, inviting
now gone, the roads recovered
by fine snow that came
after the rain, suddenly
like this night.
17.11.2025
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