"The next day,when Paul returned home--this much seems definite, wherever he had been or whatever his dealings with his parents--the house was empty, the front door sealed, and his mother and father gone." --John Felstiner, Paul Celan: Poet, Survivor, Jew (1995)
_mount of solemn contemplation.
returning to find them gone
the beginning of a silence
as shiny as a new gun
returning to find them gone
to trace them not again
under the sky's red solace
returning to find them gone
the beginning of a silence
How does one body remember so much?
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