Paul Celan - The industrious (Thread Suns)

 


THE INDUSTRIOUS

mineral resources, homey,

the heated syncope,

the not-to-be-deciphered

jubilee,

the completely glassed in

spider-altars in the all-

overtowering low building,

the intermediate sounds

(even yet?)

the shadowpalavers,

the anxieties, icetrue,

flightclear,

the baroquely cloaked,

language-swallowing showerroom,

semantically floodlit,

the uninscribed wall

of a standing-cell:

here

live yourself

straightthrough, without clock.