Quotes by Paul Celan

“Speak you too,speak as the last,say out your say.Speak-But dont 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 ro...”

“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 h...”

“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.”

“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...”

“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 bei...”

“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 o...”

“Poetry is a sort of homecoming.”

“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 r...”

“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 h...”

“Don't sign your namebetween worlds,surmountthe manifold of meanings,trust the tearstain,learn to live.”

“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.”

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

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

“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...”

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