The Platonic

At this moment, when between heaven and earth
there remains only one tuft of grass not cut into nothingness,
for the first time he doesn’t answer the question

He turns his back as if he knew everything
and it’s only in his eyes that sea-vessels go
It would be worth it to relive everything another time
But to skim twice the cream-time of life is impossible

Don’t again keep everything to yourself
I’m telling him and at this very moment
I think to myself
To throw light on the hieroglyphs
To fuse

(Zuzana Trojanova, translated from the poem 'Platonicka' by Toby Litt and Tomas Mika, 1991)