Threadsuns
By Paul Celan
Translated By Pierre Joris
Threadsuns
above the grayblack wastes.
A tree-
high thought
grasps the light-tone: there are
still songs to sing beyond
mankind.
A Shield of Steel, A Heart of Gold,
A woman stands, her voice so bold,
When shadows fall, and doubt takes hold,
She'll face the storm, a story told.
With eyes that gleam, a steady gaze,
She'll speak her truth in fearless ways,
No matter who…
To the girl with the beautiful eyes
There is a beauty unbound within you
A muse to my poetic verse
A song inside the silence
Something special as yet unearthed
I see a warmth and loving soul
I see a…
Lady in tow with two; two parents nearby.
Little girl stands next to me with her eyes white/gold glowing. See and feel it first and look up in astonishment.
Look left and notice her looking up at me with hands…
is another kind of path.
I follow its edges,
one foot on each side,
straddling no and yes.
Can a boundary be traversed
like the border of a country,
proving how grave a line can be?
Do…
In the hush of evening’s gentle sigh,
Amidst the whispers of the pillow’s embrace,
Our souls entwine under the moon’s soft gaze,
A tender reunion, in love’s sweet space.
In the warmth of night, our words softly spill,
A delicate dance of…