Romanian poet and translator
|This article on an author is a stub. You can help Wikiquote by expanding it.|
- A little stallion gallops across the leafing fingers-
Black the gate leaps open, I sing;
How did we live here?
- "Tallow Lamp" in: Paul Celan (1972) Selected poems. p. 22
- Aspen tree, your leaves glance white into the dark.
- "Aspen Tree. . ."; cited in: Ruth Golan (2006). Loving Psychoanalysis. p. 61
- We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.
It is time.
- "Corona" In: Paul Celan, Pierre Joris (2005). Paul Celan: Selections. p. 44
- You opened your eyes -I saw my darkness live. I see through it down to the bed; there too it is mine and lives.
- "From Darkness to Darkness," in: Donald Wesling, Tadeusz Sławek (1995). Literary Voice: The Calling of Jonah. p. 54