[Matter of Light] (tr. by Hoyt Rogers)

HEATHER DOHOLLAU

There lies the rift:

A double paradise

Day hiding day

With in between salvation:

Salutation? gesture thrown

By distance into return

[MATTER OF LIGHT]

There's light-

Light all about me, and I move to it.

Robert Browning

Matter of light the walls

In the turning round of the sun

As the sea shatters its limits in foam

Brightness presses brightness

At the sound of a hand

The flower opens in itself

Thickness is a faultless surface

Stones bleed the gold of the sun

Counter-light harbors the day

Beyond any grasp

Intact in the clear shadows

Of its finality

Translated by Hoyt Rogers

Structure

24 lines · 6 stanzas