The Insect

          Its head is just a point
                         a knot
                   a thickening 
                         of twigs connected

          Its body is the emptiness
                Left there, to see us
                  And seen by us
                       who’re there

               Who see the abyss, there
                       in front of it
                            while it is diving
                       into the air

                               into the grass
                             the vast green jungle

                  Its legs, its wings
                          Pure frailty

                                    Vulnerable. Delicate
                                   And beautiful, forever

                                                               After an object by 
                                                               Jean-Georges Massart 
 
 

          Das Insekt

          Sein Kopf ist nur ein Punkt
                         ein Knoten
                    Verdickung
                         von verbundenen Zweigen

          Sein Koerper ist die Leere
                Belassen, da, um uns zu sehn
                   Gesehn von uns
                       die da sind

               Die sehn: den Abgrund, dort
                       vor ihm
                            waehrend's hinabtaucht
                        in die Luft

                               in's Gras
                             riesigen, gruenen Dschungel

                  Seine Beine, die Fluegel :
                          Pure Zerbrechlichkeit

                                    Verwundbar. Empfindlich
                                   Und fuer immer, schoen