Michael Hofmann

Silence
August 02, 2012

Silence, coming from within: things past, tender early associations ended by death; also days with table-decorations and fruit-bowls placed between couples of unwavering commitment, two flames.  Silence, from faraway estates, preparations for festivities or homecomings: beating of carpets, on which, later, many pairs of feet will shuffle dotingly and in love.  Silence, once endured and in store for strangers, broken today by a hoarse plea: “stay by me, maybe not all that much longer, too much decay in me, too much heaviness, fatigue.” —Translated by Michael Hofmann This poem appears in the Aug

Silence
August 02, 2012

Silence, coming from within: things past, tender early associations ended by death; also days with table-decorations and fruit-bowls placed between couples of unwavering commitment, two flames.  Silence, from faraway estates, preparations for festivities or homecomings: beating of carpets, on which, later, many pairs of feet will shuffle dotingly and in love.  Silence, once endured and in store for strangers, broken today by a hoarse plea: “stay by me, maybe not all that much longer, too much decay in me, too much heaviness, fatigue.” —Translated by Michael Hofmann