the light- bringers...:Celan

m.cassapidis,2015

The bright stones

The bright
stones ride through the air, bright
white, the light-
bringers.

They want to
not sink, not fall,
not collide. They rise
up,
like slender
dog roses they break open,
they float
toward you, my gentle one,
you, my true one—

Celan

Look around: see how things all come alive—Celan

m.cassapidis, 2015

Speak You Too


Speak you too,
speak as the last,
say out your say.

Speak—
But don’t split off No from Yes.
Give your say this meaning too:
give it the shadow.

Give it shadow enough,
give it as much
as you see spread round you from
midnight to midday and midnight.

Look around:
see how things all come alive—
By death! Alive!
Speaks true who speaks shadows

Celan