Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. <br />From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk: <br />then time returns to the shell. <br /> <br />In the mirror it's Sunday, <br />in dream there is room for sleeping, <br />our mouths speak the truth. <br /> <br />My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one: <br />we look at each other, <br />we exchange dark words, <br />we love each other like poppy and recollection, <br />we sleep like wine in the conches, <br />like the sea in the moon's blood ray. <br /> <br />We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from <br />the street: <br />it is time they knew! <br />It is time the stone made an effort to flower, <br />time unrest had a beating heart. <br />It is time it were time. <br /> <br />It is time. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Michael Hamburger<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corona/
