BOTH-HANDED dawn
hold up my eye
till you appear
how many seagulls stall
above your forehead?
The word rattles like surf
my negative by
you
a stone-mad swinging door
give up
too earlynight
Poems, Imitations & Translations
Saturday
The Britney Suite (29)
Labels:
Gabriel White,
German,
Paul Celan,
poetry,
The Britney Suite,
translation
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