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Saturday, December 17, 2005

Poem of the week: Celan

LOVE SONG by Paul Celan (trs. Julian Semilian and Sanda Agalidi)

When the nights begin for you at dawn
Our phosphorescent eyeballs will scurry
     down from the walls,
chiming walnuts,
You’ll juggle with them and a wave will
     crash in through the window,
Our single shipwreck, the translucent
     floor through which
we’ll peer at the vacant room below our
You’ll furnish it with your walnuts and
     I’ll suspend your
tresses, curtains for the window,
Someone will come and it will, at last,
     be rented,
We’ll return upstairs to drown alone at


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