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Vivian Smith
Poems After Paul Celan
Sleep Then
Poems After Paul Celan
Sleep Then
Poems After Paul Celan
Sleep Then
Sleep then and my eye will remain open.Rain filled the pitcher and we emptied it.
The night will drive a heart, the heart will drive a blade –
But it is too late, too late to reap.
Nightwind your hair is snow white, white!
White what remains to me and white what I lose!
She counts the hours and I count the years.
We drank rain. Rain is what we chose.
© 1995, Vivian Smith
From: New Selected Poems
Publisher: Angus & Robertson, Sydney
From: New Selected Poems
Publisher: Angus & Robertson, Sydney
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Poems After Paul Celan
Sleep Then
Sleep then and my eye will remain open.Rain filled the pitcher and we emptied it.
The night will drive a heart, the heart will drive a blade –
But it is too late, too late to reap.
Nightwind your hair is snow white, white!
White what remains to me and white what I lose!
She counts the hours and I count the years.
We drank rain. Rain is what we chose.
From: New Selected Poems
Poems After Paul Celan
Sleep Then
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