[New-Poetry] celan

[Alexander Dickow]

You're very welcome, Richard! I'll take you up on that
offer, Jim: here's a Joris version from Breathturn,
real masterpieces:

By the undreamt etched,
the sleeplessly wandered-through breadland
casts up the life mountain.

>From its crumb
you knead anew our names,
which I, an eye
similar
to yours on each finger,
probe for 
a place, through which I
can wake myself toward you,
the bright
hungercandle in mouth.
***
Into the furrows
of heavencoin in the doorcrack
you press the word
from which I rolled,
when I with trembling fists
the roof over us
dismantled, slate for slate,
syllable for syllable, for the copper-
glimmer of the begging-
cup's sake up
there.

Amicalement,
Alex


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  les mots! ah quel désert à la fin
  merveilleux. -- Henri Droguet