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In the Almond – what dwells in the Almond?
Nothing.
Nothing dwells in the Almond.
There it dwells and dwells.
In Nothing – what dwells there?
The King.
There dwells the King, the King.
There he dwells and dwells. Jews’-Hair, you’ll not grow grey.
And your Eye – where does your Eye dwell?
Your Eye dwells on the Almond.
Your Eye, on Nothing it dwells.
It dwells on the King.
So it dwells and dwells. Human-Hair, you’ll not grow grey. Empty Almond, regally-blue.
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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