You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:…
This poem was written byReginald Shepherd, wrote the article on Adorno and Celan that I mentioned yesterday. His blog is still up, the site maintained by his partner (for whom this poem was written), although Shepherd himself died last year from cancer.
What a wonderful poem… Thank you for posting it.