"Gone into the night, complicit,
a star-
porous leaf
for a mouth:
something remains
for wild wasting,
treeward."
— Paul Celan (translated by Katharine Washburn & Margret Guillemin) via @isidro_li
who will be the first
he will come for?--this question
ricochets the room
a kind of numbed hush flickers
on the handheld tiny screens
Five Spanish pioneers. (via miekal on fb)
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