Vjetar deklinira nista. Nitko
ne svjedoci svjedoka. Tek
bijela tmina
k sebi uzima sapat,
jesen i svilu, sustanje
pjescanog sata
LATE CELAN
The wind declines nothing. Nobody
bears witness to the witness. Only
white darkness
clasps in its arms whispers,
the fall and the silk, the rustle
of the sand-clock
