""True singing is a different breath, about
nothing". (R. M. Rilke)
Thursday, June 25, 2015
PAUL CELAN: IN MEMORIAM PAUL ELUARD
Lay those words into the dead man's grave which he spoke in order to live. Pillow his head amid them, let him feel the tongues of longing, the tongs. Lay that word on the dead man's eyelids which he refused to him who addressed him as thou, the word his leaping heart-blood Passed bY when a hand as bare as his own knotted him who addressed him as thou into the trees of the future. Lay this word on his eyelids: perhaps his eye, still blue, will assume a second, more alien blueness, and he who addressed him as thou will dream with him: We.