WHITE NIGHTS

No one here,

and the body

says: whatever is said

is not to be said. But no one

is a body as well,

and what the body says

is heard by no one

but you.

Snowfall

and night. The repetition

of a murder

among the trees. The pen

moves

across the earth: it no longer knows

what will happen, and the hand that

holds it

has disappeared.

Nevertheless, it writes.

It writes:

in the beginning,

among the trees, a body came walking

from the night. It

writes:

the body's whiteness

is the color of earth. It is earth,

and

the earth writes: everything

is the color of silence.

I am no

longer here. I have never said

what you say

I have said. And yet, the body

is a place

where nothing dies. And each night,

from the silence of the

trees, you know

that my voice

comes walking toward you.

Paul Auster

Σημείωση: Στην αρχή της συγγραφικής του πορείας, ο Πωλ Ώστερ  έγραψε κι αρκετά ποιήματα τα οποία έχουν εκδοθεί σε τρεις τόμους, κανένας από τους οποίους όμως δεν έχει μεταφραστεί στα ελληνικά.