Unlost

The mornings here possess a quality
that strives to make you strong.

The hours that wear your face always
follow me about and I know
them the blankets of my soul.

Translators’ loves last forever
like their wilful mistakes.

My silence needs no license
and my tongue is my appliance
and my heart is a fortress
like Celan’s.


unlost

Kandinsky – Colourful Ensemble