after Paul Celan
In mandorla, where Nothing reigns,
What stands in mandorla?
Two almond-shaped eyes,
Royal blue.
And in eyes, what stands in these eyes?
A tear, a tear with dead shine inside.
And this shine, what reflects this shine?
The sky, the sky full of ashes and soot.
Black, charred almonds,
Empty, almond-shaped eyes
What stands in mandorla?
A royal tear, which it isn` t there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem