Due early next year from Sublunary Editions, new translations:
My Heart Has So Many Flaws - The Early Poems of Robert Walser
Hope
How hope drags itself out
for days on end
from its cramped, quiet cell.
It always knows how to writhe,
how to find a little crack
through which it can slip.
My heart has so many flaws,
hope struggles for days on end
to talk them all away.
Just my derision, for instance —
how can it embarrass to silence
something as vicious as that?