Sunday, March 1, 2015

Daily Dose


From Last Poems, by Paul Celan, translated by Katherine Washburn and Margret Guillemin

WHAT IS NEEDED

"WHAT IS NEEDED WHEN SPEAKING OF STARS
sheds itself,

the leaf-green shadow of your hands
gathers it,

gladly I bite off
nugget after nugget of
fate."

From page 53

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