Wednesday, June 16, 2021


 

WHICHEVER STONE YOU LIFT


Whichever stone you lift—

you lay bare

those in need of the stones' shelter:

naked,

they now renew the intertwining.


Whichever tree you fell—

you craft

the bedstead on which

the souls clot up again,

as if this eon too did not 

convulse.


Whichever word you speak—

you thank

perdition.


                                                                                                       

-Paul Celan

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