Six Poems (Translator) Issue no. 105 Winter 1987 The blackened river ran through the park.Past there, the numb gardenswere hemmed by thick braids of hedges.
Beginning with My Streets (Translator) Issue no. 120 Fall 1991 Why should that city, defenseless and pure as the wedding necklace of a forgotten tribe, keep offering itself to me? Like blue and red brown seeds beaded