The Poles Poem by Paul Celan
The Poles
Rating: ★3.1
The Poles
are within us,
insurmountable
while Awake,
we sleep across, to the Gate
of Mercy,
I lose you to you, that
is my Snow-Comfort,
say, that Jerusalem is,
say, as if I were this
your Whiteness,
as if you were
mine,
as if without us we could be we,
I open your leaves, forever,
you bless, you bed
us free.
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4/16/2024 3:21:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Celan. A marvel. One must bend to him, or try to raise up to his depth/height. 'you bed us free' Love to Celan, what and wherever he was writing/living from within and giving the attempt to us, the most undeserving but he would, too, give us all 'snow comfort.'