"Januaried
into
the thorn-covered
rock
recess. (Get drunk
and
call it
Paris.)
My
shoulder frost-sealed;
silent
rubble
owls perched on it;
letters
between my toes;
certainty."
-
Januaried from 70 Poems by Paul Celan, translated from
the German by Michael Hamburger, New York, Persea Books: 2013
Image:
Detroit Photographic Company - Miner's Cabin In Winter - Colorado, c. 1910, beineke rare Book Library, Yale University, New Haven.
2 comments:
you are in the wrong hemisphere :)
Of course if you were here in January, you would run the very real risk of having your house burned down by bushfires... so noone wins.
Hels, thanks. To paraphrase the famous New Yorker cartoon from 1928 - "I say it's winter and I say the hell with it."
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