Pocho in Paradise

(Life in the Hyphen)

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Short poem by Paul Celan...

TO STAND, in the shadow
of a scar in the air.

Stand-for-no-one-and-nothing.
Unrecognized,
for you
alone.

With all that has room within it,
even without
language.

From Celan's Atemwende, trans. by John Felstiner (a professor of mine at Stanford)
Posted by gcordova at 1:52 PM
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