Translated by Miriam Leberstein (2010)
I took the stairs.
I took them up.
There had to be a window somewhere up there
where you could stretch out your hand
to the gray light.
Somewhere along the way I met a woman,
a cripple,
shuffling her way down,
down.
For a while I listened
in the empty stairwell
to her footsteps,
then, condemned,
followed her down.
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