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tall poplars — human beings of this earth!black pounds of happiness — you mirror them to death!
I saw you, sister, stand in that effulgence.
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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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