With the voice of the Field-mouse
You squeak up,

a sharp
Clamp,
you bite through my Shirt into the Skin,

a Cloth,
you slither over my Mouth,
in the midst of my,
to you, Shadow, burdensome,
Speech.

(C) Paul Celan
03/10/2020


Best Poems of Paul Celan

• Little Night
• With The Voice
• Count The Almonds
• Whorish Other-when
• Homecoming
• Fugue Of Death
• The Trumpet-part
• Only When
• I Can Still See You
• Psalm
• The Straitening
• Illegibility
• Tallow Lamp
• Vinegrowers
• Death Fugue
• Stuttered-over-again World
• Landscape
• O Little Root Of A Dream
• The Poles
• Night Ray
• This Evening Also