Paul Celan Quotes
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Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink and we drink you death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue... he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in the air he plays with the serpents and daydreams death is a master from Germany
With wine and being lost, with less and less of both: I rode through the snow, do you read me I rode God far—I rode God near, he sang, it was our last ride over the hurdled humans. They cowered when they heard us overhead, they wrote, they lied our neighing into one of their image-ridden languages.