Paul Celan Poems
- Corona Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are ...
- Death Fugue Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we...
- Psalm No-man kneads us again out of Earth and Loam, no-man ...
- Fugue Of Death Black milk of daybreak we drink it at ...
- Your Hand Your hand full of hours, you came to me – and I ...
- Crystal not on my lips look for your mouth, not in front of ...
- Night Ray Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening ...
(born Cernăuţi, Bukovina, Kingdom of Romania, current Chernivtsi, Ukraine - c. , Paris) was a poet and translator. He was born as Paul Antschel into a Jewish family in Romania, and changed his name to "Paul Celan" (where Celan in Romanian would be pronounced Chelan, and was derived from Ancel, pronounced Antshel), becoming one of the major German-language poets of the post-World War II era.
Celan was born in 1920 into a German-speaking Jewish family in Cernăuţi, Northern Bukovina, a region then part of Romania and earlier part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, among others (now part of Ukraine). His father, Leo ... more »
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Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.
We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
it is time they knew!
It is ...