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Paul Celan Quotes - Page 2

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How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.

How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.

Splinters, Lasts, Knots

Paul Celan (1980). “Paul Celan: poems”

you're rowing by wordlight

Rowing

With wine and being lost, with less and less of both: I rode through the snow, do you read me I rode God far--I rode God near, he sang, it was our last ride over the hurdled humans. They cowered when they heard us overhead, they wrote, they lied our neighing into one of their image-ridden languages.

Wine, Snow, Lasts

Paul. Celan (2011). “Glottal Stop: 101 Poems by Paul Celan”, p.5, Wesleyan University Press

Death is a master from Germany.

Germany, Masters

"Death Fugue" (1952)

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown.

Holocaust, Black, Bitterness

Paul Celan (1980). “Paul Celan: poems”

no one bears witness for the witness

Bears, Witness

Paul Celan (2005). “Paul Celan: Selections”, p.32, Univ of California Press

I went with my very being toward language.

Language

The two heart-grey puddles: two mouthsfull of silence.

Heart, Two, Silence

Paul Celan (1972). “Selected poems”, Penguin Books Ltd

With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from Your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word That may drift with flakes. Just like the wind that rebuffs you, Clenched round your word is the snow.

Eye, Keys, Blood

Spring: trees flying up to their birds

Spring, Bird, Tree

Paul Celan, Rosemarie Waldrop (2003). “Collected Prose”, p.11, Psychology Press

rush of pine scent (once upon a time), the unlicensed conviction there ought to be another way of saying this.

Once Upon A Time, Scent, Way

Paul. Celan (2011). “Glottal Stop: 101 Poems by Paul Celan”, p.100, Wesleyan University Press

Count up the almonds, Count what was bitter and kept you waking, Count me in too: I sought your eye when you glanced up and no one would see you, I spun that secret thread Where the dew you mused on Slid down to pitchers Tended by a word that reached no one’s heart. There you first fully entered the name that is yours, you stepped to yourself on steady feet, the hammers swung free in the belfry of your silence, things overheard thrust through to you, what’s dead put it’s arm around you too, and the three of you walked through the evening. Render me bitter. Number me among the almonds

Heart, Eye, Names

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