Eyes: Paul Celan

July 1, 2007 at 6:25 pm 1 comment


shining with the rain that poured
when God bade me drink.


gold that night counted into my hands
when I gathered nettles
and hoed the shadows of proverbs.


evening, kindled above me when I tore open the gate
and wintered right through by the ice of my temples,
I galloped on through eternity’s hamlets.

by Paul Celan, from Mohn und Gedächtnis
* translation by Michael Hamburger

Entry filed under: literature, Mohn und Gedächtnis, Paul Celan, Poetry.

Hermeneutics and Art: thoughts about a utopian perfection Image of the Self

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  • 1. enreal  |  July 10, 2007 at 2:17 pm



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