Poem – Flower – Paul Celan

The stone. The stone in the air, which I followed. 

Your eye, as blind as the stone. 
We were 

hands, 

we baled the darkness empty, we found 

the word that ascended summer: 

flower. 
Flower – a blind man’s word. 

Your eye and mine: 

they see 

to water. 
Growth. 

Heart wall upon heart wall 

adds petals to it. 
One more word like this word, and the hammers 

will swing over open ground.

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