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.
With The Voice
Paul Celan
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Poem topics: voice, shadow, field, speech, skin, mouth, sharp, mouse, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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