Little Night Poem by Paul Celan
Little Night
Little Night: when you
take me within, within,
up there,
three Pain-Inches above
the Floor:
all the Shroud-Coats of Sand,
all the Help-Nots,
all, that still
laughs
with the Tongue -
sorry.. here is my comment in English: it is amazing how Celan manages to weave POETRY with the simplest words
è stupefacente il modo in cui Celan riesce a intessere POESIA con le più semplici parole
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4/26/2024 12:56:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very nice poem. Loved it.