Maybe in German you’re more poetic
but I doubt it. Still my soul lifts
at your labyrinthine sentences.
misanthropy, missed connections:
I’ve got three different translations
of the best of Kafka. Same nightmare,
merciless sentences that rain down
like blows to the head.
Josef, Karl, Gregor, K.:
no matter the protagonist
he loses more than he can win.
I am a fan of Kafka’s winning
loserness, of loss so large
poems cannot contain it.