Two Free Translations and a Weather-Warning

Wanderer’s Night-Song

(after Goethe’s ‘Wandrers Nachtlied’)

The wind has dropped
asleep the hills
are silence-steeped
no forest rustles
wings are still.
And you? You will
yes in unslept
unrest find rest


Ice, Eden

(after Paul Celan’s ‘Eis, Eden’)

There is a land called Lost a moon
is flowing in its reeds
and everything once frozen
as we were frozen       sees

and warms its power of vision
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