Snowfall, denser and denser, <br />dove-coloured as yesterday, <br />snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping. <br /> <br />White, stacked into distance. <br />Above it, endless, <br />the sleigh track of the lost. <br /> <br />Below, hidden, <br />presses up <br />what so hurts the eyes, <br />hill upon hill, <br />invisible. <br /> <br />On each, <br />fetched home into its today, <br />an I slipped away into dumbness: <br />wooden, a post. <br /> <br />There: a feeling, <br />blown across by the ice wind <br />attaching its dove- its snow- <br />coloured cloth as a flag.<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homecoming-30/
