VIDEO OF THE WEEK: Norbert Hummelts Night Song bit.ly/1rHFKCv NIGHT SONG it’s night-time again, I stand listening, bowed over my child beside her bed, so that I can take a breath away with me, but all is still; her nose appears to be quite free, there’s no rattling, and it’s not completely dark here in the room, but still I can’t see the rising or falling of her cover without any doubt. everything is uncertain in me as ever a twilight was that breaks in through the blinds. barking next door and an ambulance are signs that the world exists. I have to believe it, it is easy; lay thee down now and rest, and in the dawn we’ll hear the ring dove again. its cry reminds me .. it’s august, my love. all is still. all I know for certain is that the floor- boards creak however carefully I move. it’s happened; a brief twitch of her foot in her sleep has touched her toy clock, it’s singing; or was it my hand stroking over the cover. just one quick whimper so that I can go. © Translation: 2010, Catherine Hales From: Berlin Fresco. Selected Poems Publisher: Shearsman Books Ltd, Bristol, 2010
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