Rene Daumal




Winter Makes the Ants Climb


Winter makes the ants climb
up the legs of churches;
the congress of carp elects
the sleeping spring its king.

When I wish to drink from the spring
I find the water has turned to rock;
only one way to drink:
become the she-bear's lover.

Walking on the road of the hares
on false paws
I know how to give the fever
to the scarlet infants.




trns. by John Ashbery



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