Friedrich Dürrenmatt (born 5 January, 1921; died 14 December, 1990), pictured above in a 1963 photograph by Monique Jacot
Only Nothingness Stands
Furious and wet
I slid out of my mother’s body
without ever knowing why
or on whose order
I later blinked in the light
and became distrustful
so I am still
satisfied with myself; the world
outside
is uncertain. It doesn’t belong to me.
It’s an incomprehensible mercy
or
an evil curse. Who
knows
To be prepared for anything.
That’s why I collect the bottles of wine
smoke the dried brown
leaves
Transience
only nothingness
stands.
—translated from the German by Daniele Pantano