With you, you eternal
neversongs, deep
below where
the word beloved
swam
ahead to the
word fields

there

I lie with
my soul-
algae full of names
around me – : I
unbaptized,
immersed.

– Paul Celan. Immersio

translated by Margret Guillemin

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You have broken the path of the dragonfly
who visits my patio at the hour when
the sky has nearly forgotten the sun.
You have come to tell me
how happy we are, but I know
what you would and would not do
to make us happy. For example this necklace
before me: white eyes,
a noose of guileless tears.

– Rita Dove. Pearls

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