Paul Celan cytaty

„Jest godzina, która z prochu tworzy twój orszak,
z twojego domu w Paryżu – ołtarz ofiarny twych rąk,
z twoich czarnych oczu – najczarniejsze oczy.”

„Odwróciła się od lustra plecami, bo nie cierpiała próżności luster.”

„Ze zwarcia krtani głoska
śpiewa.”

„Nie na moich wargach szukaj twoich ust,
obcego – nie przed bramą,
nie w oku – łzy.”

„Czarne mleko świtu pijemy je o zmroku
pijemy je w południe i rano pijemy je w nocy
pijemy je pijemy
szpadlem ryjemy grób napowietrzny nie będzie uwierać”

“Spring: trees flying up to their birds”

“They've healed me to pieces.”

“Poetry is a sort of homecoming.”

“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 name
between worlds,

surmount
the manifold of meanings,

trust the tearstain,
learn to live.”

“We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.It is time.”

“How you die out in me:

down to the last
worn-out
knot of breath
you're there, with a
splinter
of life.”

“There was earth inside them, and they dug.”

“you're rowing by wordlight”

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

“You opened your eyes -I saw my darkness live. I see through it down to the bed; there too it is mine and lives.”

“Aspen tree, your leaves glance white into the dark.”