Once
I heard him
he was washing the world,
unseen, nightlong, real.
One and infinite,
annihilated,
ied.
Light was. Salvation.
From : Fathomsuns and Benighted, Paul Celan, trans, Ian Fairley. 1991. Carcanet Books.
"I wanted to read or hear the narrative of someone else – a woman and a poet – who has gone here and been there." (Eavan Boland)
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