....What potion should I give the night so she’ll always wonder?
....Her pounding heart’s a rider galloping from the burning wood.
....Maybe my pharmacist is awake the next street over?
....In a crucible of bone, snake tears mixed with herbs.
....Should I hurry? Call the doctor? A heart like hers is rare.
....And to tell the truth, if it shattered, what would I do?
....--Abraham Sutzkever (trans by Zackary Sholem Berger)