1 But ever do our eyes return to that black patch upon the sky.
2 The leaves rustle over our head, black against the last gold of the sky.
3 Of a sudden the earth fell in before us, and we saw an old iron grill over a black hole.
4 The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.
5 The walls are cracked and water runs upon them in thin threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.
6 Women work in the fields, and their white tunics in the wind are like the wings of sea-gulls beating over the black soil.
7 And beyond the City there lies the plain, and beyond the plain, black upon the black sky, there lies the Uncharted Forest.
8 We could not see our body nor feel it, and in that moment nothing existed save our two hands over a wire glowing in a black abyss.
9 The word "We" is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it.
10 The fields are black and ploughed, and they lie like a great fan before us, with their furrows gathered in some hand beyond the sky, spreading forth from that hand, opening wide apart as they come toward us, like black pleats that sparkle with thin, green spangles.