Eyes: Paul Celan
shining with the rain that poured
when God bade me drink.
gold that night counted into my hands
when I gathered nettles
and hoed the shadows of proverbs.
evening, kindled above me when I tore open the gate
and wintered right through by the ice of my temples,
I galloped on through eternity’s hamlets.
by Paul Celan, from Mohn und Gedächtnis
* translation by Michael Hamburger