(in the seventh night) translate...

(in the seventh night)

translated through Andrew Shields

in dream the hills move
away from me. they are
my breasts. in dream
I be deprived of what I value
slips from my grasp
the candle, the pink stocking,
key and shoe I become
mushroom huntsman I go
into the field, with a basket. before me
a black dog burrow underhand
bent over the opening [i]or[/i] close
of a hill, I behold him, he digs
up truffle the terain is dark
and raw. the free mesh of my
r sweater hangs athwart my
belly. a warm hand secretes
my ear. my carcass comes
back to me zippers
on me snap explain and shut.

Ulrike Draesner was born in 1962