Category Archives: Paul Celan

Poem – Little Night 

Little Night: when you take me within, within, up there, three Pain-Inches above the Floor: all the Shroud-Coats of Sand, all the Help-Nots, all, that still laughs with the Tongue –  Advertisements

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Poem – Ice Eden

There is a Land that’s Lost, Moon waxes in its Reeds, and all that’s turned to frost with us, burns there and sees. It sees, for it has Eyes, Earths they are, and bright. Night, Night, Alkalis. It sees, this … Continue reading

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Poem – I Hear 

I hear, the Axe has flowered, I hear, the Place is un-nameable, I hear, the Bread, that looks on him, heals the Hanged-Man, the Bread, his Wife baked for him, I hear, they name Life our sole Refuge. 

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Poem – I can Still See You 

I can still see you: an Echo, to be touched with Feeler- Words, on the Parting- Ridge. Your face softly shies away, when all at once there is lamp-like brightness in me, at the Point, where most painfully one says … Continue reading

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Poem – Crystal 

not on my lips look for your mouth, not in front of the gate for the stranger, not in the eye for the tear. seven nights higher red makes for red, seven hearts deeper the hand knocks on the gate, … Continue reading

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Poem – Your Hand – Paul Celan

Your hand full of hours, you came to me – and I said:  ‘Your hair is not brown.’  You lifted it, lightly,  on to the balance of grief,  it was heavier than I.  They come to you on their ships, … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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