With ever greater playful ease
I counter the attacks
on my hard-won indifference.

The heavens fall back, glory and all,
trees let dangle in dejection their sparkling leaves.

No eye, no ear. A broad smile.

You bring wine and yourself: my final weaknesses.
I'll satiate myself till repetition is no longer wanted,
and wash the dirt from my hard hands once more.

Translation: 2004, Willem Groenewegen