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Thursday, June 30, 2011

A Chorus of Clouds: Nelly Sachs

We are full of sighs, full of glances,
We are full of laughter,
and sometimes we wear your faces.



We are not far from you.
Who knows how much of your blood rose
And stained us?


We play at dying,
accustom you gently to death.



You, the inexperienced, who learn nothing from the nights.
Many angels are given you
But you do not see them.


Excerpt from Chorus of Clouds, by Nelly Sachs,
translated by Ruth & Matthew Mead

3 comments:

Judy Roney said...

Just simply beautiful.

Jeannette Cabanis-Brewin said...

I came home yesterday from backstroking around the pond gazing at the clouds to find this poem ... the perfect end to a summer day. Thanks, Kay.

Vicki Lane said...

Nice match of wors and pictures, Kay!