“A little stallion gallops across the leafing fingers-
Black the gate leaps open, I sing;
How did we live here?”

—  Paul Celan

"Tallow Lamp" in: Paul Celan (1972) Selected poems. p. 22

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Romanian poet and translator 1920–1970

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