Darkness by Paul CelanPosted: March 5, 2012
In honor of newly unemployed status, a poem by Paul Celan.
The urns of stillness are empty.
the swelter of speechless songs
grope towards a strange time.
A wingbeat whirls.
For the owls in the heart
Treason falls into your eyes –
My shadow strives with your scream –
The east smokes after this night…