Paul Celan

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

Paul Celan Poems

1. Vinegrowers 12/1/2015
2. On My Right 11/23/2011
3. With The Voice 11/23/2011
4. Whorish Other-When 11/23/2011
5. The Poles 11/23/2011
6. The Straitening 11/23/2011
7. Stuttered-Over-Again World 11/23/2011
8. The Trumpet-Part 11/23/2011
9. Only When 11/23/2011
10. Illegibility 11/23/2011
11. There Was Earth 11/23/2011
12. Alchemical 11/23/2011
13. To Stand In The Shadow 11/23/2011
14. Tenebrae 11/23/2011
15. Tallow Lamp 11/23/2011
16. Afternoon Of Circus And Citadel 11/23/2011
17. With Every Thought 11/23/2011
18. Ice, Eden 11/23/2011
19. When You Lie 11/23/2011
20. Aspen Tree 11/23/2011
21. Mandorla 11/23/2011
22. I Hear 11/23/2011
23. Little Night 11/23/2011
24. Homecoming 11/23/2011
25. Count The Almonds 11/23/2011
26. I Can Still See You 11/23/2011
27. This Evening Also 1/13/2003
28. Twelve Years 1/13/2003
29. O Little Root Of A Dream 1/20/2003
30. Landscape 1/13/2003
31. In Front Of A Candle 1/25/2003
32. Night Ray 1/13/2003
33. Crystal 1/13/2003
34. Flower 11/23/2011
35. Your Hand 1/25/2003
36. Psalm 1/25/2003
37. Fugue Of Death 1/20/2003
38. Corona 1/13/2003
39. Death Fugue 1/13/2003

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  • LaasLaff (3/25/2019 7:23:00 AM)

    As Carmel Blackie describes, here is a new work by de Waal in relation to Celan's poems: https: // v=bcd2Pd-xXZs

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/11/2015 12:16:00 PM)

    In den flussen nördlich der Zukunft

    In den flussen nördlich der Zukunft
    werf ich das Netz aus, das du
    zögernd beschwerst
    mit von Steinen geschriebenen

    - - - - - -
    in Italian:

    Nei fiumi a nord del futuro

    Nei fiumi a nord del futuro
    getto la rete che tu,
    esitante, carichi
    di ombre scritte
    da pietre

    [da “Virata di respiro” (“Atemwende”) ]

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/20/2015 9:42:00 AM)

    many critics have asked, “Can poetry be written after the Holocaust? ”

    Hamburger’s response seems to be that the more beautifully this poetry is written, the more it can provide the most discomforting account.

    in Goodrich, J., Rhyme or Reason? : Successfully Translating the Poetry of Paul Celan (2008)

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/19/2015 12:23:00 PM)

    ''poetry is probably the most useful form of writing for confronting grief.
    Indeed you can be very precise about emotions with poetic language, as well as being open and even harsh. The language of poetry can allude to things almost inexpressible in prose. Paul Celan's poetry is a beacon, from this point of view.''

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  • Carmel Blackie (11/5/2013 5:33:00 PM)

    This poet inspired Edmund De Waal, author of the Hare with amber eyes! and a potter! to create an exhibition in New York in summer 2013. featured on Uk TV horizon, on 5nov 2013, BBC1. brilliant!

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  • Arum Fatima (1/8/2010 11:06:00 PM)

    saya pernah mendengar puisi paul celan, , seperti mantra
    saya mendengarnya dari cd, , ya, , saya suka

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Best Poem of Paul Celan


No-man kneads us again out of Earth and Loam,
no-man spirits our Dust.

Praise to you, No-man.
For love of you
we will flower.
towards you.

A Nothing
we were, we are, we shall
be still, flowering:
the Nothing-, the

our Pistil soul-bright,
our Stamen heaven-torn,
our Corolla red
with the Violet-Word that we sang
over, O over
the thorn.

Read the full of Psalm

O Little Root Of A Dream

0 little root of a dream
you hold me here
undermined by blood,
no longer visible to anyone,
property of death.

Curve a face
that there may be speech, of earth,
of ardor, of