Paul Celan's Tenebrae

Here we are God
Within your blood
Opening gates
Chiseled in your image
An arche of creation
Swaying upon the edge of the earth
Our hands on the heart
Our eyes within the sky
An inch closer we are God
We grow like earth
Like hope
Beyond the horizon
Craving boughs
Deep root bitter growth
We grow
Like a firmament arch
Born in its fall
A side road oak
Killed in time

Ovdje smo Bože
U krvi tvojoj otvaranjem dvijeri
U liku tvom isklesani
Praslika posatanja
Što se na rubu yemlje njiše
S rukama na scru
Oč ima u nebu
Za pedalj smo Bože bliže
Rastemo ko temlja
Ko nada
Ko nad svodom razgranata težnja
Dubokog korijena gorak rast
Rastemo
Ko svod nebeski
Rođ en od pada
Kraj puta vremenom
Ubijeni hrast

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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