let everything rest
the body
and the body’s
tools
let hunger rest
at the rim of the plate
water in the jug
thirst between lips
let your eyes rest
on night
let your skin rest
beyond its wrinkles
let the sheets hang
on the line
rest
let dust rest
among the words
let your hands rest
on the edges of the book
let
time rest on the chair
wear daylight’s clothes
down to threads
let the beginning rest
day one another
day and night the bed
rest your body
near the body
beloved
unsubdued
et your hands rest there
the book between them
on the table
the knife blade
don’t look for true north
in another’s body
rest let rest
yourself
you’re neither
beginning
nor end
you’re neither
cradle nor tomb
rest and set
the ladder against the wall
the sky’s starry tiles
wait
settle and rest
silence of vowels
translated by Rosanna Warren
for American Poetry Review