Words for a cold night of approaching fall

With A Variable Key
- by Paul Celan


With a variable key
you unlock the house in which
drifts the snow of that left unspoken.
Always what key you choose
depends on the blood that spurts
from your eye or your mouth or your ear.

You vary the key, you vary the word
that is free to drift with the flakes.
What snowball will form round the word
depends on the wind that rebuffs you.
_______________________________

... I need coffee. Except that I have sworn not to have any for a month. And then that I have no one to have a cup with. Ummm... but to think of it is no sin.
No sin.
As long as I am alive and can dream.