The blessing of morphine, but not the blessing of a letter,
the blessing of people, words, conforting words, but only
within delirium the single apparition which everyone awaits,
no return while alive, only transfiguration.
Evil, not simply mistakes, lasts,
what can be forgiven is long since forgiven, the blade's cut
has also headed, only the cut made by evil
does not heal, but opens during the night, every night.
Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems
Zephyr Press, 2006
Tradução de Peter Filkins