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Psalm

No-man kneads us again out of Earth and Loam,no-man spirits our Dust.

No-man.

Praise to you,

No-man.

For love of youwe will flower.

Movingtowards you.

A Nothingwe were, we are, we shallbe still, flowering:the Nothing-,

No-man’s-rose.

Withour Pistil soul-bright,our Stamen heaven-torn,our Corolla redwith the Violet-Word that we sangover,

O overthe thorn.

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Paul Celan

Paul Celan (/ˈsɛlæn/;[1] German: [ˈtseːlaːn]; 23 November 1920 – c. 20 April 1970) was a Romanian-born German-language poet and translator. He w…

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