Improv - Week 9

I am the first
by Paul Celan
Contemporary World Poetry

I am the first to drink of the blue that still looks for its eye.
I drink from your footprint and see:
you roll through my fingers, pearl, and you grow!
You grow, as do all the forgotten.
You roll: the black hailstone of sadness
is caught by a kerchief turned white with waving goodbye.

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Mercury

I am the last to forge of the gold that canvases the feet.
I skip past the Fatum and fly:
Me running away, helmet and staff invisable.
Me running away, until its all a forgotten cloud blur.
I run: the air of Aeolus
carrying me across the velvet cover of Poesidon waving goodbye.