My best friend
A genuine friend should be able to read in
my thoughts my selection of
extracts and contexts in order to
untie Gordias’s little knots.
And he should talk like a sort of Miłosz,
but less bombastically.
He should be virtuous, a small touch dissolute
and subtle, when the situation calls for it.
And on top of that he must be lifeless,
so he won’t demand any words
And he should be warm for hugging,
compacted and expanded.
exactly like me and totally different.
© translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones