I don’t like it here, I want to go back.
According to the old Knowers
if you’re absent from the one you love
even for one second that ruins the whole thing!
There must be someone . . . just to find
one sign of the other world in this town
would be enough.
You know the great Chinese Simurgh bird
got caught in this net . . .
And what can I do? I’m only a wren.
My desire-body, don’t come
strolling over this way.
Sit where you are, that’s a good place.
When you want dessert, you choose something rich.
In wine, you look for what is clear and firm.
What is the rest? The rest is mirages,
and blurry pictures, and milk mixed with water.
The rest is self-hatred, and mocking other people, and bombing.
So just be quiet and sit down.
The reason is–you are drunk,
and this is the edge of the roof.
(Robert Bly translation)