BREATHTURNS BACKWARDS

(I  k n o w  y o u , you are the deeply bowed,
I, the transpierced, am subject to you.
Where flames a word, would testify for us both?
You___all, all real. I___all delusion.)

-PAUL CELAN "breathturn" d. 1970


Also, another one, by this displaced word seething poet. . . . ............ . . . ...........

W O R D A C C R E T I O N, volcanic,
drowned out by searoar.


Above,
the flooding mob
of the contra-creatures: it
flew a flag___portrait and replica
cruise vainly timeward.


Till you hurl forth the word-
moon

I wish I could do the same on that day.