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Little Night: when youtake me within, within,up there,three Pain-Inches abovethe Floor: all the Shroud-Coats of Sand,all the Help-Nots,all, that stilllaughswith the Tongue -
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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