Near the wall of a house paintedto look like stone,
I saw visions of God.
A sleepless night that gives others a headachegave me flowersopening beautifully inside my brain.
And he who was lost like a dogwill be found like a human beingand brought back home again.
Love is not the last room: there are othersafter it, the whole length of the corridorthat has no end.
Translated by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell
