Hurrying over the road one's hunched and veiled
But who was suddenly there
Beside me and she was no longer young —
As if the self were a city and we are all other,
Just to be like that in the air
Abrupt as a bird's life and it is enough
Each one of them holds the secret of its flight
And as if no longer knowing myself
I stumbled, she lifted her face and I saw
One who spoke in a flutter of lips, as if limping in english
'And I have it, your news takes possession'
Veiled, hardly visible, importuning, sister of ash
Spreading her arms and the absence between them
Some cloth, a tinge of blood
Faint elderly warmth, to fade, with so much
Dignity into its ground