day 6

thinking of ruby swinney's exhibition at the zeitz mocaa

/

no one moulds us again out of earth

and clay, no one conjures our dust.

no one.

praised be your name, no one.

for your sake we shall flower.

towards

you.

a nothing

we were, are, shall

remain, flowering:

the nothing-, the

no one's rose.

with our pistil soul-bright,

with out stamen heaven-ravaged,

our corlla red with the crimson word which we sang

over, O over

the thorn

/ "psalm" by celan