more fully, <br />since snow fell even on this <br />sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea, <br />blossoms the ice in those baskets <br />you carry into town. <br /> <br />sand <br />you demand in return, <br />for the last <br />rose back at home <br />this evening also wants to be fed <br />out of the trickling hour.<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-evening-also/
