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  1 Waste-Gold   These songs are waste-gold a matter of passing time together as we wait for night —   they are meant to be loving they do not touch you they have no fingers   How hard to give a blessing under these conditions How hard to bear a heart’s void chambers   sucking and flushing blood These songs flare in the bare space between   my body and your marble your marble with the missing pieces Any beauty I find here   is fractured, in need of repair I lack the skill, I lack the will — already we are both cold         5 Elegy   That death was a masterpiece striking just the right balance between delicacy and the grotesque   The books you carried to prison lilacs without breath on their branches God was there, God, I think, God   A child lay weeping in his cradle and past the window death hurried sly and bright-eyed in the dusk   I want a song to cancel desolation it’s not good enough, to say 
this is how lovely things break, like this         6 Tränenbäume   And when he kneels his hands like flowers under the white tree   in this way, the spring wind leaks a scent from which my words   recoil, wet-eyed — the blossoms crumple too soon for summer