stolen poems
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Paul Celan from his mind to yours via translation
You Michaela,
and as you talk-
stammer, there:
You, aura,
and big-lipped like you,
Be-yidst, res-
ponded, Jewess,
you, knowing-unknowing,
at the point of indifference
of the reflexion
the bitter-planet spoke
overprecise.
- pierre joris translation
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