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Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Mute autumn odors, Paul Celan

Mute Autumn odors.
The starflower,
unbroken,
passed between
home and chasm through
your memory.
A strange lostness
was palpably present,
almost
you would
have lived.

PAUL CELAN,
POEMS OF PAUL CELAN,
TRANSLATED BY MICHAEL HAMBURGER


-stolen poetry again-

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