The rain
Never falls upwards.
When the wound
Stops hurting
What hurts is
The scar.
"Poems Belonging to a Reader for Those who Live in Cities" [Zum Lesebuch für Städtebewohner gehörige Gedichte] (1926-1927), poem 10, trans. Frank Jones in Poems, 1913-1956, p. 148 - Poems, 1913-1956 (1976)