Eine Übersetzung des Gedichts Sprachgitter von Paul Celan – entstanden auf dem Sommerberg –

Sprachgitter

Wide eyes between bars.

Shimmering lids

turn upwards,

freeing a glance.

Iris, swimming, dreamless and cloudy:

the sky, heart-grey, must be near.

Crooked, in the iron nozzle,

the smouldering ember.

Through light sense

you divine the soul.

(Were I like you. Were you like me.

Did we not stand

under a Passat?

We are strangers.)

The tiles. On which,

close together, those two

heart-grey puddles:

two

mouths full of silence.

Translation Fellstrom – Steinbrenner 21.05.2008

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