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Together with me recall: the sky of Paris, that giant autumn crocus...
We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth:they were blue and they opened up in the water.
It began to rain in our room,and our neighbour came in.
Monsieur Le Songe, a lean little man.
We played cards,
I lost the irises of my eyes;you lent me your hair,
I lost it, he struck us down.
He left by the door, the rain followed him out.
We were dead and were able to breathe.
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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