Paul Celan

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

Aspen Tree - Poem by Paul Celan

Aspen Tree, your leaves glance white into the dark.
My mother's hair was never white.

Dandelion, so green is the Ukraine.
My yellow-haired mother did not come home.

Rain cloud, above the well do you hover?
My quiet mother weeps for everyone.

Round star, you wind the golden loop.
My mother's heart was ripped by lead.

Oaken door, who lifted you off your hinges?
My gentle mother cannot return.

Topic(s) of this poem: tree

Comments about Aspen Tree by Paul Celan

  • Gold Star - 48,084 Points Fabrizio Frosini (5/19/2015 12:22:00 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. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 23, 2014

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