and give us this day our daily bread 13

I hear that the axe has flowered, / I hear that the place can’t be named,

I hear that the bread which looks at him / heals the hanged man, / the bread baked for him by his wife,
I hear that they call life / our only refuge

–Paul Celan, “I Hear That The Axe Has Flowered,” trans. Michael Hamburger