Paul Celan Poems
- Death Fugue Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we...
- Psalm No-man kneads us again out of Earth and Loam, no-man ...
- Corona Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are ...
- Fugue Of Death Black milk of daybreak we drink it at ...
- Your Hand Your hand full of hours, you came to me – and I ...
- Crystal not on my lips look for your mouth, not in front of ...
- Twelve Years The line that remained, that became true: . . ...
(born Cernăuţi, Bukovina, Kingdom of Romania, current Chernivtsi, Ukraine - c. , Paris) was a poet and translator. He was born as Paul Antschel into a Jewish family in Romania, and changed his name to "Paul Celan" (where Celan in Romanian would be pronounced Chelan, and was derived from Ancel, pronounced Antshel), becoming one of the major German-language poets of the post-World War II era.
Celan was born in 1920 into a German-speaking Jewish family in Cernăuţi, Northern Bukovina, a region then part of Romania and earlier part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, among others (now part of Ukraine). His father, Leo ... more »
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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 drink it
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are
flashing he whistles his pack out
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a
he commands us strike up for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at ...