Wednesday, August 10, 2011

DEVOTION TO PERFECTION PAUL CELAN



Romantic night in romantic Belgrade  perfect  to refresh our romantic memories whispering again  words  of magical poetry until romantic morning one of those that counts to eternity.

 Corona was best description of US .  



One of countless possible translation this time by me from German in English .

CORONA

Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.

In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.

My eye moves down to the eyes of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conchs,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.

We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.

It is time.” 






Belgrad   Terazije  2011
GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE WHEREVER YOU ARE