Paul Celan

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

Homecoming - Poem by Paul Celan

Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.

White, stacked into distance.
Above it, endless,
the sleigh track of the lost.

Below, hidden,
presses up
what so hurts the eyes,
hill upon hill,
invisible.

On each,
fetched home into its today,
an I slipped away into dumbness:
wooden, a post.

There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.


Comments about Homecoming by Paul Celan

  • Gold Star - 33,234 Points Fabrizio Frosini (8/5/2015 5:21:00 AM)

    ''coloured cloth as a flag''
    beautiful image (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 23, 2011


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