feeling broken,

and that this
is a good thing.

what i have seen
i have not seen

I don't look at a man and think: man.
Nor, for that matter, 
Do I think him ox or pig.
He is I. And as meaningless. 

Shinkichi Takahashi
tr. Lucien Stryk

The poem is lonely. Lonely and en route. Its author remains added to it.

Paul Celan
tr. Pierre Joris

To prattle on,
complaining about the woes
of one's situation
is to betray the heart
that cast the world aside.

to ni kaku ni / ukimi o nao no / nageku koso /
suteshi ni tagau / kokoro narikere

Tonna

each leaf
whether of tree
or speech
is but a withered sun


(NB. kotoba, the japanese kanji for "word," translates literally as "leaves of speech")

the difficulty lies in overcoming intention