In Praise of Remoteness, by Paul Celan

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In the wellspring of your eyes
live the fish-nets of the labyrinth-sea.
In the wellspring of your eyes
the ocean keeps its promise.

Here I, a
heart that lingered among men,
cast off my clothes and the luster of a vow:

Blacker in black, I am nuder.
Only when faithless am I true.
I am you when I am I.

In the wellspring of your eyes
I drift and dream about prey.

A net snared a net:
we separate entwined.

In the wellspring of your eyes
a hanged man strangles the rope.

Comments

[angelicazefiro.livejournal.com]

Lovely, thank you!