A Poem or something, a gift, a song, for Paul Celan at 100
Her hand giant shadow — mit Bleistift on ceiling with night reading light pillowed between us — graphites an unseen page, on which I’ll write, standing up in the kitchen, the good, no the best thing about night is it is always a pre- dawn. It goes way … Read more A Poem or something, a gift, a song, for Paul Celan at 100