Author: Paul Celan

Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach […]

more fully, Since snow fell even on this Sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea, Blossoms the ice in those baskets You carry into […]

In Kohln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang’d with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous […]

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown We drink it at noon in the morning we drink it […]