"Speak you too,speak as the last,say out your say.Speak-But don’t split off No from Yes.Give your say this meaning too:Give it the shadow.Give it shadow enough,Give it as muchAs you know is spread roun..."
- Paul Celan
"With wine and being lost, withless and less of both:I rode through the snow, do you read meI rode God far--I rode Godnear, he sang,it wasour last ride overthe hurdled humans.They cowered whenthey hear..."
"Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss."
"Don't sign your namebetween worlds,surmountthe manifold of meanings,trust the tearstain,learn to live."
"How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou're there, with a splinter of life."
"Each arrow you shoot offcarries its own targetinto the decidedlysecrettangle"
"rush of pine scent (once upon a time),the unlicensed convictionthere ought to be another wayof sayingthis."
"Reachable, near and not lost, there remained in the midst of the losses this one thing: language. It, the language, remained, not lost, yes, in spite of everything. But it had to pass through its own ..."
"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 l..."
"They are the efforts of someone who, overarced by stars that are human handiwork, and who, shelterless in this till now undreamt of sense and thus most uncannily in the open, goes with his very being ..."