in night the river flows into our room

somewhere in my dream a child is weeping

you hover in your mother's breath, white as a sheet



( with your throat exposed                       and open

to rome's breezing winds and the light)



"white fish"           we sigh

                circling around a light nothing




                                               (unpublished (somewhat remade) poem, written in Rome 2010, translated into english by the author, Agneta Enckell)