was sky, was earth, both of us on it,
between them the birds flew in swarms,
lifted off, which held us there, and plunged
again, each bird kept its distance from the
others and drew our eyes towards
it: each wove a mesh made of own
feathers, each loomed its part of a net,
to protect us from falling into the sky,
which was dark gray, far away and so stark.

Translated by Bradley Schmidt