Paul Celan(23 November 1920 - 20 April 1970 / (Cernăuţi, Bukovin) Chernivtsi, Ukraine)
- by Paul Celan26
Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk: then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it's Sunday, in dream there is room for sleeping, our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one: we look at each other, we exchange dark words, we love each other like poppy and recollection, we sleep like wine in the conches, like the sea in the moon's blood ray.
We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from the street: it is time they knew! It is time the stone made an effort to flower, time unrest had a beating heart. It is time it were time.
It is time.
Translated by Michael Hamburger
- by Paul Celan22
No-man kneads us again out of Earth and Loam, no-man spirits our Dust. No-man.
Praise to you, No-man. For love of you we will flower. Moving towards you.
A Nothing we were, we are, we shall be still, flowering: the Nothing-, the No-man's-rose.
With our Pistil soul-bright, our Stamen heaven-torn, our Corolla red with the Violet-Word that we sang over, O over the thorn.
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