The monks with hairy fingers opened the book: September.
Now Jason pelts with snow the newly sprouting grain.
The forest gave you a necklace of hands. So dead you walk the rope.
To your hair a darker blue is imparted; I speak of love.
Shells I speak and light clouds, and a boat buds in the rain.
A little stallion gallops across the leafing fingers--
Black the gate leaps open, I sing:
How did we live here?
(from Mohn und Gedachtnis by Paul Celan, trans. by Michael Hamburger)
Tallow Lamp
Paul Celan
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Poem topics: I love you, hair, light, rain, september, snow, walk, blue, book, black, open, live, love, speak, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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