Translated by Robin Fulton Two Cities Each on its side of a strait, two cities the one blacked out, occupied by the enemy. In the other the lamps are burning. The bright shore hypnotizes the dark one. I swim out in a trance on the glittering dark waters. A dull tuba-blast penetrates. It’s a friend’s voice, take up your grave and walk. The Light Streams In Outside the window, the long beast of spring the transparent dragon of sunlight rushes past like an endless suburban train—we