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Snowfall, denser and denser,dove-coloured as yesterday,snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.
White, stacked into distance.
Above it, endless,the sleigh track of the lost.
Below, hidden,presses upwhat so hurts the eyes,hill upon hill,invisible.
On each,fetched home into its today,an I slipped away into dumbness:wooden, a post.
There: a feeling,blown across by the ice windattaching its dove- its snow-coloured cloth as a flag.
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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