by Nelly Sachs
Trans. by Teresa Iverson
In the evening your gaze expands
looks out over midnight –
in front of you, I am twofold –
green bud, that rises out of a dried up calyx,
in the room where we belong to two worlds.
You also reach far out over the dead,
those who are here,
know about what is in full bloom
from the Earth, encircled with mystery like bark on a tree.
As the unborn in the mother’s body
with the light of origin upon its head
sees without borders
from star to star –
So end flows to beginning
like a swan’s cry.
We are in a sickroom.
But the night belongs to the angels!
Copyright © 2012 by Teresa Iverson.