Favorites Quote's
Author
Topic's
Blog
Spring: Trees Flying Up To Their Birds
-Paul Celan
Please Wait....
Translating....
Select Image
Download as Image
English
Spanish
French
German
Hindi
Chinese
Spring: Trees Flying Up To
Paul Celan
Spring: Trees Flying Up To Their Birds
Views: 35
Topic
Spring
Bird
Tree
More From Paul Celan
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 Answerlessness, Pass Through Frightful Muting, Pass Through The Thousand Darknesses Of Deathbringing Speech. It Passed Through And Gave Back No Words For That Which Happened; Yet It Passed Through This Happening. Passed Through And Could Come To Light Again, “enriched” By All This.
Loss
Light
Darkness
I Went With My Very Being Toward Language.
Language
With Wine And Being Lost, With Less And Less Of Both: I Rode Through The Snow, Do You Read Me I Rode God Far--i Rode God Near, He Sang, It Was Our Last Ride Over The Hurdled Humans. They Cowered When They Heard Us Overhead, They Wrote, They Lied Our Neighing Into One Of Their Image-ridden Languages.
Wine
Snow
Lasts
Read! Read All The Time, The Understanding Will Come By Itself.
Understanding
There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.
Earth
Trending Author
Jef Raskin
Julien Green
Andrew Gross
Mehmet Oz
John Major
Ozzy Osbourne
Category
Information