Callandera

Books and Beauty

likeafieldmouse:

Anselm Kiefer - For Paul Celan (2001-5)

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Before your late night face, passing 
solitary 
between 
nights that reshaped me too, 
something came to stand there 
that was already with us once before, un-
moved by thought. 

*

White-gray
well shaft of
feeling.

Inland — dune
grass blown here drifts
sand riffles over
the smoke of well songs.

An ear cut off listens.

An eye sliced in strips
makes it all all right. 

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The shipwrecks of heaven sail on —
masts
sung earthward.

You sink your teeth
into this wooden
song —

You are — the song-lashed
colors. 

—Paul Celan, Breathturn

Read more from Celan’s Breathturn here.

Letters -
a flowing river of words,
a transparent and opaque world
where I find the depth of myself
anchored in you.

—from me to you