Paul Celan

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

O Little Root Of A Dream - Poem by Paul Celan

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
things with eyes, even
here, where you read me blind,

even
here,
where you
refute me,
to the letter.

translated by Heather McHugh and Nikolai Popov


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 23, 2011


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