the beauty, the beauty, the beauty
snow & smoke on the coldest of nights
peering out frost scratched windows
which fog with every breath
thought of fingernail scrawling
a violence against the white
something so naked the untouched brutal cold
covered up the world can be so beautiful
FOUR POEMS
Paul Celan
translated by Pierre Joris
YOU WITH THE DARKNESS-SLINGSHOT,
you with the stone:
It is overevening,
I throw light behind myself.
Fetch me down,
take us
seriously.
snow & smoke on the coldest of nights
peering out frost scratched windows
which fog with every breath
thought of fingernail scrawling
a violence against the white
something so naked the untouched brutal cold
covered up the world can be so beautiful
FOUR POEMS
Paul Celan
translated by Pierre Joris
YOU WITH THE DARKNESS-SLINGSHOT,
you with the stone:
It is overevening,
I throw light behind myself.
Fetch me down,
take us
seriously.
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