Flower -Paul Celan
January 3, 2013, 7:44 am
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The stone.
The stone in the air, which I followed.
Your eye, as blind as the stone.

We were
we baled the darkness empty, we found
the word that ascended summer:

Flower – a blind man’s word.
Your eye and mine:
they see
to water.

Heart wall upon heart wall
adds petals to it.

One more word like this word, and the hammers
will swing over open ground.


lines I like today

“I made a journey.. with the most honest people on earth- I mean, affectionate like violins, pitiless and brave like children who can’t talk yet, ready to die as easily as birds or live a thousand years.” -Nazim Hikmet

“There is a whole world of crushed rivers and unachievable distances in the paw of a cat crushed by a car, and I hear the song of the worm in the heart of so many girls.” -Federico Garcia Lorca

“Who is writing, who is holding my hand? It is not mine. Nothing is mine. Neither the mask, nor the role.” -Blas De Otero

“I want to describe myself like a painting that I saw a few feet off, and close up, like a word that I finally understood, like a pitcher I use every day, like the face of my mother, like a ship that took me safely through the wildest storm of all.” -Rainer Maria Rilke

“You’re a pumpkin, the snow in the apple, the tiny bell that rang in error when you came to take the neighbor away.” -Tomaz Saluman

“Don’t write yourself in between worlds, rise up against multiple meanings, trust the trail of tears and learn to live.” -Paul Celan

You Were My Death- Paul Celan
November 4, 2011, 6:43 am
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You were my death:
you I could hold
when all fell away from me.