WAKEFUL NIGHT

I no longer know
what bridges over
are left
what roads between
are passable.
The frontier is closed
both to questions and to answers.

Still, there must be--
the crossing-point, the detour, the narrow foot-bridge--
the meeting-place!
Where we can talk
freely, as before...

But the only prospects left
are emptiness
and the unanswered letters--

-Osten Sjostrand