Paul Celan Quotes

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 sayin...

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

How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou're there, with a splinter of life.

Poetry is a sort of homecoming.

With wine and being lost, withless and less of both:I rode through the snow, do you read meI rode Go...

They are the efforts of someone who, overarced by stars that are human handiwork, and who, shelterle...

Reachable, near and not lost, there remained in the midst of the losses this one thing: language. It...

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spi...

A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, ...

Speak you too,speak as the last,say out your say.Speak-But don’t split off No from Yes.Give your say...