Round dance: a love can sometimes cease
in the extinguish of an eye,
and what we come to see
is love's extinguished eye.
Cold smoke from the crater
breathes upon our lashes;
only once did empty terror
not breathe at all upon us.
We've seen the eyes of the dead
and will forget them never.
Love lasts to the end,
but apprehends us never.
Ingeborg Bachmann, Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems, Peter Filkins (trad.), Charles Simic (intr.), Zephyr Press, 2006.in the extinguish of an eye,
and what we come to see
is love's extinguished eye.
Cold smoke from the crater
breathes upon our lashes;
only once did empty terror
not breathe at all upon us.
We've seen the eyes of the dead
and will forget them never.
Love lasts to the end,
but apprehends us never.
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