Paul Celan Quotes about Heart

The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosophers Stone.

The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosophers Stone.

Heart, Dark, Stones

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

A poem, being an instance of language, hence essentially dialogue, may be a letter in a bottle thrown out to the sea with the-surely not always strong-hope that it may somehow wash up somewhere, perhaps on the shoreline of the heart. In this way, too, poems are en route: they are headed towards. Toward what? Toward something open, inhabitable, an approachable you, perhaps, an approachable reality. Such realities are, I think, at stake in a poem.

Paul Celan

Strong, Heart, Reality

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

Paul Celan

Heart, Two, Silence

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

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

Paul Celan

Heart, Eye, Names

Paul Celan Quotes about Heart

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