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Paul Celan

Your hair waves once more when I weep. With the
blue of your eyes you lay the table of love: a bed between summer and
autumn. We drink what somebody brewed neither I nor you nor
a third; we lap up some empty and last thing.
We watch ourselves in the deep sea’s mirrors and faster
pass food to the other: the night is the night, it begins with the morning, beside you it lays me down.

— Paul Celan, “The Years from You to Me,” Paul Celan: Selected Poems. Translated by Michael Hamburger & Christopher Middleton. (Penguin Books, Limited (UK) June 27, 1996) Originally published in 1972.

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