Way, by Tristan Tzara

what is this road that separates us

across which I hold out the hand of my thoughts

a flower is written at the end of each finger

and the end of the road is a flower which walks with you

--TRANSLATED BY LEE HAIRWOOD

From “99 Poems in Translation,” selected by Harold Pinter, Anthony Astbury and Geoffrey Godbert (Grove: 150 pp., $11)