Author: Judith Zander
Translator: Bradley Schmidt


albeit in the small hours behind sailor hill
the landscape interpreted and read
in this area bar code
of the ditches silver multipliers casual
ancestors of low voltage the livestock
comme il faut like
with glooming landscapes pre-artist colonial as
ever the choice
between two heavenly products one
halo humble cumili
a further horizon



half past three minus five
degrees my hair is a
city grass windswept I
am in the dregs
of the night are the trams non-
existent dragons
on the piles
of eyes crystals
form in the head
virtiginous sighs like
with ice when it secretly shifts


Originals from Judith Zander, oder tau
© Deutscher Taschenbuch Verlag GmbH, München 2011
Translations © Bradley Schmidt