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Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends

wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts

wir trinken und trinken

wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng… noch 1.238 Wörter

There was earth inside them, and they dug.

— Paul Celan

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, … noch 130 Wörter


Poem - Flower - Paul Celan

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

Your eye, as blind as the stone.
We were


we baled the darkness empty, we found… noch 60 Wörter


Poem - When You Lie - Paul Celan

When you lie

in the Bed of lost Flag-Cloth,

with blue-black Syllables, in Snow-Eyelash-Shadow,

the Crane through Thought-


comes gliding, steely-

you open for him. noch 101 Wörter


Poem - Homecoming - Paul Celan

Snowfall, denser and denser,

dove-coloured as yesterday,

snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.
White, stacked into distance.

Above it, endless,

the sleigh track of the lost. noch 66 Wörter


Poem - Night Ray - Paul Celan

Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one:

to her I send the coffin of lightest wood.

Waves billow round it as round the bed of our dream in Rome; … noch 131 Wörter