Treasure Island

Paul Celan

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

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Psalm


No-man kneads us again out of Earth and Loam,
no-man spirits our Dust.
No-man.

Praise to you, No-man.
For love of you
we will flower.
Moving
towards you.

A Nothing
we were, we are, we shall
be still, flowering:
the Nothing-, the
No-man’s-rose.

With
our Pistil soul-bright,
our Stamen heaven-torn,
our Corolla red
with the Violet-Word that we sang
over, O over
the thorn.

Submitted: Saturday, January 25, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, November 23, 2011

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/21/2014 3:36:00 PM)

    ............out of earth and loam is a good thought....although I must look up the word loam....enjoyed... (Report) Reply

  • Miroslava Odalovic (6/21/2013 10:42:00 AM)

    I am so happy to see the master of words listed in the poems of the day section. Even though I would have expected a somewhat more representative lines such as those of The Death Fugue. Still good to stop by and focus on his genius. (Report) Reply

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