Poems by Paul Celan
The Straitening
... spoke, willingly spoke to dry eyes, before closing them ...
Mandorla
... And your Eye where does your Eye dwell ...
On My Right
... The Wandering-Sickles in extra- ...
Landscape
... black pounds of happiness - you mirror them to death! ...
Memory of France
... .. We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth: ...
Your Hand
... You say: Lay the Leaf-Work of Years beside you, its Time that you ...
With Every Thought
... you my Gentle One, you my Open One, and ...
Ice, Eden
... and all thats turned to frost ...
I Can Still See You
... Ridge. Your face softly shies away, ...
Count
... count me in: I looked for your eye when you opened it, no one was looking at ...
[if mama / could see]
... lucy hair holding the mirrors up ...
the garden of delight
... certain only of the syllables ...
my dream about the second coming
... not when the stranger she used to wait for ...
I Hear
... I hear, the Bread, that looks on him, ...
my poem
... in virginia and shot the whiteman off his horse, ...
