Read! Read all the time, the understanding will come by itself. Paul Celan More Quotes by Paul Celan More Quotes From Paul Celan no one bears witness for the witness Paul Celan witness bears The two Paul Celan silence heart two Each arrow you shoot off carries its own target into the decidedly secret tangle Paul Celan arrows target secret With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from Your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word That may drift with flakes. Just like the wind that rebuffs you, Clenched round your word is the snow. Paul Celan eye keys blood How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life. Paul Celan knots splinters lasts A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the –not always greatly hopeful-belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on heartland perhaps. Poems in this sense too are under way: they are making toward something. Toward what? Toward something standing open, occupiable, perhaps toward an addressable Thou, toward an addressable reality. Paul Celan hopeful land reality The language with which I make my poems has nothing to do with one spoken here, or anywhere. Paul Celan language He speaks truly who speaks the shade. Paul Celan shade speak Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown. Paul Celan bitterness holocaust black I went with my very being toward language. Paul Celan language The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosophers Stone. Paul Celan stones dark heart rush of pine scent (once upon a time), the unlicensed conviction there ought to be another way of saying this. Paul Celan scent once-upon-a-time way Spring: trees flying up to their birds Paul Celan spring tree bird Tall poplars--human beings of this earth! Paul Celan tall humans earth Count up the almonds, Count what was bitter and kept you waking, Count me in too: I sought your eye when you glanced up and no one would see you, I spun that secret thread Where the dew you mused on Slid down to pitchers Tended by a word that reached no one’s heart. There you first fully entered the name that is yours, you stepped to yourself on steady feet, the hammers swung free in the belfry of your silence, things overheard thrust through to you, what’s dead put it’s arm around you too, and the three of you walked through the evening. Render me bitter. Number me among the almonds Paul Celan eye names heart you're rowing by wordlight Paul Celan rowing Reality is not simply there, it must be searched and won. Paul Celan won simply must reality
