poet Paul Celan

Paul Celan

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Homecoming

Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.

White, stacked into distance.
Above it, endless,
the sleigh track of the lost.

Below, hidden,
presses up
what so hurts the eyes,
hill upon hill,
invisible.

On each,
fetched home into its today,
an I slipped away into dumbness:
wooden, a post.

There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 23, 2011

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  • Fabrizio FrosiniFabrizio Frosini (8/5/2015 5:21:00 AM)

    ''coloured cloth as a flag''
    beautiful image

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