Another poem translated by Renata Gorczynski
with Benjamin Avery.
Every Hour on the hour--
every hour on the radio they recite the news.
Newscasters are acquainted with it all.
It seems impossible that every hour kills, robs, and deceives.
Yet so it is.
Hours like lions devour chunks of life.
Reality resembles a pullover with scribbled sleeves.
Whoever hears the news must miss the fact that quite nearby,
in a garden moist with rain, a medium-sized tabby cat
walks, and plays, and wrestles with a rigid blade of grass.