too much of my speaking...

Paul Celan


Led home into oblivion
the sociable talk of
our slow eyes.

Led home, syllable after syllable, shared
out among the dayblind dice, for which
the playing hand reaches out, large,

And the too much of my speaking:
Heaped up round the little
Crystal dressed in the style of your silence.

       – Michael Hamburger, trans.

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