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Слушать(AI)Mit wechselndem Schlüssel
Mit wechselndem Schlüssel schließt du das Haus auf, darin der Schnee des Verschwiegenen treibt.
Je nach dem Blut, das dir quillt aus Aug oder Mund oder Ohr, wechselt dein Schlüssel.
Wechselt dein Schlüssel, wechselt das Wort, das treiben darf mit den Flocken.
Je nach dem Wind, der dich fortstößt, ballt um das Wort sich der Schnee.
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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