Where am I
today?
The dangers, all,
with their appliance,
hickishly gamey,
pitchfork-high
the heavensfallow hoisted,
the losses, chalkmouthed—you
upright mouths, you tables!—
in the disangled town,
harnessed to glimmerhackneys,
—goldtrace, counterheaved
goldtrace!—,
the bridges, overjoyed by the stream,
love, up there in the branch,
niggling at the coming-escaping
the Great Light
elevated to a spark,
on the right of the rings
and all gain.
- PAUL CELAN
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PoetryMost of these poems are made by me please don't copy thank you If it's not by me, I will say, and I'll give credit Some may be triggering and I appologise Thank you for reading :)
