Writers not writing in English I know only through translation. Of course, I know myself only through translation—that is, through my writing.
The Spring light’s
flashes as we drive past
transfigures the shut
windows so that even
the gray wall of the hospital’s
cancer wing strikes us
The shipwrecked sailor on learning the primitive islanders’ language: “Learning their language was all the more difficult because of its rudimentary nature. It might have seemed to a casual observer that the language was invented according to the caprice of each individual speaker. Later I realized that we impose laws even on caprice just to give ourselves the illusion of knowledge.”