This Evening Also - Poem by Paul Celan
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,
blossoms the ice in those baskets
you carry into town.
you demand in return,
for the last
rose back at home
this evening also wants to be fed
out of the trickling hour.
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