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Here you go, in english, <br /> As I read it again in English, its pretty obvious its about the eastern block countries.<br /> <br /> ========<br /> <br /> Late at night, early morning<br /> No light<br /> Only that from the ruins still glowing on the<br /> Raised ground at the back.<br /> <br /> She:<br /> False image not my features<br /> Chimera from a thousand years and one night<br /> Were not many consumed<br /> Strides down the heap of by her blinding sunwheel of power?<br /> Rubble: but I did get her ruins<br /> Safely over and done with<br /> <br /> Visibly exhausted, but not<br /> Injured:<br /> Even if she never fell<br /> Only those who fell for her<br /> <br /> Arrives at the bottom: I left her -<br /> Nearly loses her balance: not deluded<br /> <br /> Not a clue where to look<br /> Only hope-staring eyes<br /> <br /> Red dawn sky on the eastern horizon<br /> Goes with conviction in this direction.<br /> A tallish wall,<br /> Along it: resembling me this picture<br /> In a traced outline<br /> She was ideal and many had been<br /> Struck by her<br /> <br /> Breach<br /> Hard back light in the glow of her once incomparable figure<br /> It did something to many<br /> But then got right out of shape<br /> <br /> She proceeds: I leave her - deluded<br /> <br /> The wall decreases in size, eventually<br /> Disappears but continues underground.<br /> (no subterranean light)<br /> <br /> Midday<br /> <br /> A black block bearing an idol modelled after<br /> Her, a weapon worked in as part of the neck;<br /> Beside it a control post next to a red-bordered<br /> Poster.<br /> She stops and looks at it:<br /> Beneath the wild scratches of a pen<br /> I seem to see my own face<br /> <br /> In the light of the press<br /> She realizes this is an illusion.<br /> The idol melts, the block crumbles into<br /> Countless little fragments.<br /> She turns around and goes:<br /> <br /> Evening<br /> I am leaving her - deluded<br /> The monday ballet<br /> My idealized profile<br /> She, in the crowd, a scissor-cut silhouette in flag cloth<br /> Unrecognized: through the hole in a banner<br /> The crowd seemingly<br /> Hope-staring at the sunrise<br /> On the western horizon<br /> <br /> I am leaving her - not deluded<br /> Sunset<br /> It is not here what I unflaggingly seek<br /> And it is not nowhere - then anywhere<br /> Night, absolute darkness<br /> <br /> Field of tombs<br /> <br /> She fumbles her way through:<br /> Various corpus delicti, strewn over the path as<br /> Stumbling blocks and snares, on the whole<br /> Completely unrecognizable - mutilated or<br /> Rapidly decaying.<br /> <br /> Phantasmagorias which randomly<br /> Flare up:<br /> (any similarity with her is accidental and<br /> Unintentional). men badly disguised as women<br /> With heavily painted lips beneath their beards.<br /> Blue or green guerrilla combat eye shadow.<br /> Some carrying rifles, following an old habit,<br /> Aiming up into the black sky, shooting colou-<br /> Red, stupid birds. others smiling idiot-proof at<br /> The flower in the barrel.<br /> A couch<br /> Orgon accumulators.<br /> Joan baez.<br /> Wild and howling come-on-tators in sacrificial<br /> Lamb dessous en gros and in a pack.<br /> Spirits of the orphaned ghosts of europe-<br /> Haunting spectres.<br /> Universal know-all do-gooder ideas.<br /> An answering machine for final requests as a<br /> Self-firing device.<br /> Stool<br /> And at last, for the last time, a hedge of bur-<br /> Ning bushes<br />

• light from the burning hedge -<br /> Chanting the old litany: iamthatiamthatiamthatiam...<br /> <br /> Walks past.<br /> <br /> Inclination<br /> I am leaving them - not deluded<br /> After the hedge has completely burnt down<br /> There only remains<br /> Grey twilight<br /> Of uncertain origin, from somewhere from<br /> Back and beyond.<br /> <br /> It is not here what I unflaggingly seek<br /> Descends the hill: it is not elsewhere - so nowhere - <br />