When I Go Blind
Love makes blind
and every single day as the blind man
shuffles along with his cane
traffic comes to a complete stop
while God's angels ascend and descend
and the eye specialist closes his clinic.
Love makes blind, but sex is harmless;
there's nothing wrong with my eyesight
I can see everything.
That's why my love poems are such failures.
Eyes closed I whisper into the phone
and outside the train station the blind man stands,
a holy evangelist
humming in the rain
crippled by love.
The new lovers kiss each other's fingertips
I do know that.
Translation P.K. Brask
© Niels Hav