Spring 1965 • Vol. XXVII No. 2 Poetry |

When I Came Home

When I came home I found a sailor in my room who had landed with his boat on a cupboard and was trying to get down— but he could not explain the reason for his being here. Yesterday I surprised a herd of goats who were nibbling at the tassels of my carpets, the day before yesterday a Chinaman who tried on my wardrobe and pretended to look for the staircase. If tomorrow a flight of cranes should come through my window then this is no stranger than if after tomorrow an elephant appears and asks me to wash him. Similar things happen at night. I will give up my room. —Translated by Ulli Beier

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