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Paul Celan: With all my thoughts |
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With all my thoughts I went out of the world: and there you were you my quiet, my open one, and -- you received us. Who says that everything died for us when our eyes broke? Everything awakened, everything began. Great, a sun came drifting, bright a soul and a soul confronted it, clear, masterfully their silence mapped out an orbit for the sun. Easily your lap opened, tranquilly a breath rose up to the aether and that which made clouds, was it not, was it not a shape come from us, was it not as good as a name? |