Night Theater
Snails circle
A shed where a child was born.
She bled into straw –
Who can write this?
Who can write this?
Under Arcturus,
Rubble of light:
We have no words
For what is happening –
Still language endures
Celan says
As he stood in a torn
Green coat
Shivering a little,
In a night theater, in Bremen.
(2012)
No comments:
Post a Comment