No Matter Where We GoNo matter where we go, we always arrive too lateto experience what we left to find.And in whatever cities we stayit is the houses where it is too late to returnthe gardens where it's too late to spend a moonlit nightand the women whom it's too late to lovethat disturb us with their intangible presence.And whatever streets we think we knowtake us past the gardens we are searching forwhose heavy fragrance spreads throughout the neighborhood.And whatever houses we return towe arrive too late at night to be recognized.And in whatever rivers we look for our reflectionswe see ourselves only when we have turned our backs.
Translated from the Danish by the author and Alexander Taylor
Nordbrandt, Henrik. "No Matter Where We Go" The Vintage Book of Contemporary World Poetry. New York: Vintage Books, 1996.