“Vinegrowers dig up/ the dark-houred clock/ deep upon deep // you read // the Invisible/ summons the wind,/into bounds// you read // the Open ones carry / the stone behind their eye / it knows you / come the Sabbath” Celan's vinegrowers ... like Shulamith's labourers ... dark-houred clock - buried, like our destination, why dug up? She digs it up ... or does she ... does she run instead into the arms of the night ... "it knows you" ... calls for you. calls for me. and yet she runs into the fiery sun.
