Paul Celan Poems

0 little root of a dream
you hold me here
undermined by blood,
no longer visible to anyone,
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The line
that remained, that
became true: . . . your
house in Paris -- become
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more fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,
blossoms the ice in those baskets
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I can still see you: an Echo,
to be touched with Feeler-
Words, on the Parting-
Ridge.
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Count the Almonds,
count, what was bitter, watched for you,
count me in:
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Little Night: when you
take me within, within,
up there,
three Pain-Inches above
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Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.
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In the Almond – what dwells in the Almond?
Nothing.
Nothing dwells in the Almond.
There it dwells and dwells.
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I hear, the Axe has flowered,
I hear, the Place is un-nameable,

I hear, the Bread, that looks on him,
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Aspen Tree, your leaves glance white into the dark.
My mother's hair was never white.
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