IMITATION OF DEFEAT
I shut windows and doors
so that the city will not be dispersed into the yard.
And I collect her from under the bed,
from the closet, from behind the picture frames,
the steam cooker, the fly-leaves of books.
Oh, the books!11 It’s because of them that
there is decency and beauty in the world …
Those who disagree, can leave. Beware of the snow!
(...................)
I do not know if I am convincing; it seems the city
does not trust me of late.
I shall therefore open a book
to find conspiracies, powerful plots,
magical theories and analgesics.
Like the old philosopher12 I shall declare: “Nothing exists!
I have laid down my weapons at an auction
without pettiness and mysticism.”
Thus, spoke the old poet,
taking out his key of silence.
February 1980