to collapse. Best in the morning
to awaken clear to the first light,
to rise up beneath the immovable sky,
to ignore the impassable water,
and to lift the ship over the waves
towards the forever recurring shore of the sun.
Ingeborg Bachmann, Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems, Peter Filkins (trad.), Charles Simic (intr.), Zephyr Press, 2006.
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