(Translated by Mala Marwah and the author.)
Before
the heaving passengers
vanish into the train
it shudders through the bowels of each
resting his ochre elbow upon
brick-stained windows.
Vacant tracks, tunnel, bridge,
again the latch on the waiting room door
rattling
The odour of two humans
about my body
evaporated in a moment
and took with it the smell of my own.
Travelers do not leave alone –
each departure taking something
of the watcher along.
Returning
the house enclosed me
like a blank envelope.
(1973)
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