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Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.

In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.

My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.

We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.

It is time.


~ "Corona," Paul Celan

Date: 2005-09-28 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maroukian.livejournal.com
I am nuts about this poem. Beautiful. I love the third stanza.
I look forward to the blood moon every year.
FYI: this year it's full on Wednesday, Oct. 17th

Date: 2005-09-29 02:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theholyinnocent.livejournal.com
Shit. I'm going to be on a PLANE Oct. 17th. Is this a bad sign?

Date: 2005-09-29 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maroukian.livejournal.com
Hmm, I don't know... gee, I hope you don't die.

heh heh. I think you'll be ok, Holy ;)

Date: 2005-09-30 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theholyinnocent.livejournal.com
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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