Treasure Island

Paul Celan

(23 November 1920 - 20 April 1970 / (Cernăuţi, Bukovin) Chernivtsi, Ukraine)

Crystal


not on my lips look for your mouth,
not in front of the gate for the stranger,
not in the eye for the tear.

seven nights higher red makes for red,
seven hearts deeper the hand knocks on the gate,
seven roses later plashes the fountain.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, November 23, 2011

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  • Unwritten Soul (6/12/2011 1:37:00 PM)

    So small but so precious just like a crystal, i like this style...hmm the rest was good and really good :) _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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