Memento Mori

A selection of poems from L’instant fatal

Translated by Patience Haggins

If this life leaves

If this life leaves
farewell to the next
if this life leaves it drifts away
we’ll ask if it was worth this text
the sun will rise to brush his teeth

if this life leaves
farewell to the last
if this life leaves it leaves decayed
the rain falls heavy and silts the heath

if this life leaves
farewell to the now
if this life leaves it snuffs itself out
the night is well when full of crowds
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