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Paul Celan
Paul Celan

When You Lie

When You Lie

When you lie
in the Bed of lost Flag-Cloth,
with blue-black Syllables, in Snow-Eyelash-Shadow,
the Crane through Thoughtshow…

424
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

With Every Thought

With Every Thought

With every Thought I went
out of the World: there you were,
you my Gentle One, you my Open One, and –
you received us.…

465
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

To Stand in the Shadow

To Stand in the Shadow

To stand in the Shadow
of the Wound’s-Mark in the Air.


For no-one and nothing to Stand.
Unknown, <…

487
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

There Was Earth

There Was Earth

There was Earth in them, and
they dug.


They dug and they dug, and so
their Day went by, and their Night. …

502
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

The Triumph Of Achilles

The Triumph Of Achilles

In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they …

486
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

The Poles

The Poles

The Poles
are within us,
insurmountable
while Awake,
we sleep across, to the Gate
of Mercy,

466
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Psalm

Psalm


No-man kneads us again out of Earth and Loam,
no-man spirits our Dust.
No-man.


Praise to you, No-man.

509
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Tallow Lamp

Tallow Lamp

The monks with hairy fingers opened the book: September.
Now Jason pelts with snow the newly sprouting grain.
The forest gave you a n…

476
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Night Ray

Night Ray

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…

448
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

On my Right

On my Right

On my Right – who? The Death-Woman.
And you, on my Left, you?

The Wandering-Sickles in extraheavenly
Place
mi…

341
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

In Front of a Candle

In Front of a Candle

I formed the holder of gold,
as you told me to mother,
gold, out of which She comes,
a shade, to me, in the middle <…

447
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Little Night

Little Night

Little Night: when you
take me within, within,
up there,
three Pain-Inches above
the Floor:

all the …

400
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

I Can Still See You

I Can Still See You

I can still see you: an Echo,
to be touched with Feeler-
Words, on the Parting-
Ridge.


Your fac…

442
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Ice, Eden

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.

431
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Death Fugue

Death Fugue

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown

we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night

we drink it and…

471
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Fugue of Death

Fugue of Death

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall

we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night

we drink i…

423
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Count The Almonds

Count The Almonds

Count the Almonds,
count, what was bitter, watched for you,
count me in:


I sought your Eye, as it opene…

501
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Cologne

Cologne


In Kohln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;

436
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Alchemical

Alchemical


Silence, like Gold cooked in
charred
Hands.


Vast, grey,
near as all that is Lost
Siste…

456
Paul Celan
Paul Celan

Afternoon Of Circus And Citadel

Afternoon Of Circus And Citadel

In Brest, before the Fire-Hoops burning,
In the Tent, where Tigers sprang,
there I heard you, Finite, singing,

451
Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda

Your Feet

Your Feet

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they …

631
Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda

Your Laughter

Your Laughter

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.


Do not take awa…

689
Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda

XVII (I do not love you...)

XVII (I do not love you...)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as c…

751
Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda

We Are Many

We Are Many

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They…

846