translated by Heinz Insu Fenkl
Though that ancient Titan
could lift the whole world, put it down again,
that one thing, smaller, perhaps
than a single mustard seed
he could never have grasped, nor released:
the one mind
The Sound of a Stone
That sole, indifferent lump of stone –
try to hear its sound:
though you listen and lift it up,
you will never succeed.
But naturally, like age spots,
dark, dark blotches will bloom.