All drawings untitled 2003
EYES:
shining with the rain that poured
when God bade me drink.
Eyes:
gold that night counted into my hands
when I gathered nettles
and hoed the shadows of proverbs.
Eyes:
evening, kindled above me when I tore open the gate
and wintered right through by the ice of my temples,
I galloped on through eternity's hamlets.
Paul Celan
