Summer The sun smashes our windows. An urgent song reaches us from the street. On the cellophane sky steam condenses. Unconfirmed reports are reproduced about the wind. The trees are the first to begin to talk about the two of us. (1981) (Translated by James Sutherland Smith) An Urgent Poem Ceaselessly you enter my mind like an urgent poem to dispute fixed views on life and change accepted images of the word. Unstoppably you come to electrify the unshakeable conviction that a man is a self-sufficient being. Thus we always live unthinkingly together, and far from one another in our two-in-one dream. Always you enter my mind when I’m woken from sleep by air raids of the...