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1 " I Hear that the Axe has Flowered I hear that the axe has flowered,I hear that the place can't be named,I hear that the bread which looks at himheals the hanged man,the bread baked for him by his wife,I hear that they call lifeour only refuge. "
― Paul Celan , Selected Poems
2 " You Were My Death You were my death:you I could hold when all fell away from me. "
3 " A Leaf, TreelessA LEAF, treelessfor Bertolt Brecht:What times are thesewhen a coversation is almost a crimebecause it includesso much made explicit? "
4 " The poem is lonely. It is lonely and enroute. — from “The Meridian "
5 " HomecomingSnowfall, denser and denser,dove-coloured as yesterday,snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.White, stacked into distance.Above it, endless,the sleigh track of the lost.Below, hidden,presses upwhat so hurts the eyes,hill upon hill,invisible.On each,fetched home into its today,an I slipped away into dumbness:wooden, a post.There: a feeling,blown across by the ice windattaching its dove- its snow-coloured cloth as a flag. "