We present this work in honor of the 55th anniversary of the poet’s death.

 

I don’t know much, it’s true.
I can only tell you what I’ve seen.
And I’ve seen:
that the cradle of man is rocked with stories…
that the anguished cries of man are smothered with stories…
that the moan of man is stifled with stories…
that the bones of man are buried with stories…
And the fear of man
has invented all the stories.
I know very few things, it’s true.
But they’ve put me to sleep with all the stories…
And I know all the stories.

Translation by Margaret Randall