new year's

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Towards Jerusalem

- in the yellow flower of the year

over a thousand distant roads

shines old

quenching tear –

high high along crisp stems

droplets clinging

run towards the forgetfulness of the sea –

when every last tear has run,

the earth will arise from the bath

with the surge of fear over its shoulder

like a slaughtered stupidity –

when the pot of the unnecessary is full,

the earth will be without memory,

and with the essential

like a volcanic eruption on its head –

in a remote valley

a white stone shall lie

like a sun –

and from that a 17-year-old

shall beg the droplet of reality –