Black ice, on the Earth, black ice - The whole year through black ice. As if there were no spring, no summer - In a white shroud the planet is clothed in - People, fall, tumble over the ice. Even if the whole Earth is circled, Without touching the planet with the feet, - All the same one or another will fall On the surface, and there is black ice! - And it will be trampled on with the boots. Only ice, like a mirror, ice, But not resembling a childrenís skating rink, - Maybe - wild animals pass and donít fall... Black ice! - and a two-legged stands On four extremities too.
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018