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Слушать(AI)On My Right
On my Right – who?
The Death-Woman.
And you, on my Left, you?
The Wandering-Sickles in extra-heavenly Placemime themselves
Moon-Swallows, together,
Star-Swifts,
I plunge thereand pour an Urnfuldown onto you,in you.
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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