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Go blind today already:

eternity is too full of eyes--

Paul Celan, from Breathturn

Latewoodday under / netnerved skyleaf. Through / bigcelled idlehours clambers, in rain, / the blackblue, the / thoughtbeetle.

Paul Celan, Breathturn Into Timestead: The Collected Later Poetry (trans. Pierre Joris)

Threadsuns / above the grayblack wastes. / A tree- / high thought / grasps the light-tone: there are / still songs to sing beyond / mankind.

Paul Celan, Breathturn Into Timestead: The Collected Later Poetry (trans. Pierre Joris)

there was / no name left for / what urged us on

Paul Celan, “In Prague,” Breathturn Into Timestead: The Collected Later Poetry

You—all, all real. I—all delusion.

Paul Celan, Breathturn Into Timestead: The Collected Later Poetry (trans. Pierre Joris)

live yourself / straightthrough, without clock.

— Paul Celan, from “[The industrious],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

you too, with all / the instrangedness in you, / instrange yourself, / deeper,

— Paul Celan, from “[Lyon, Les Archers],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

the shadowpalavers, // the anxieties, icetrue, / flightclear,

— Paul Celan, from “[The industrious],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

You were my death: / you I could hold on to, / while all fell from me.

— Paul Celan, “[You were],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

The to-be restuttered world, / whose guest I / will have been, a name, / sweated down the wall, / up which a wound licks.

— Paul Celan, from “[The to-be restuttered world],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

throw yourself // out of yourself.

— Paul Celan, from “[Discus],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

strangers play dice with what / we both still own / of language, / of destiny.

— Paul Celan, from “[Starting from the orchis],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

Undebecome, everywhere, / gather yourself, / stand.

— Paul Celan, from “[Eye-glances],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

bite yourself as word into the knowing, / starless

— Paul Celan, from “[The second],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

who / is invisible enough / to see you?

— Paul Celan, from “[Sight threads, sense threads],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

No one / bears witness for the / witness.

— Paul Celan, from “[Ashglory],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

You—all, all real. I—all delusion.

— Paul Celan, from “[(I know you],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

The death / you owed me, I / carry it / out.

— Paul Celan, from “[Reflection-laden],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

my grief, I see now, / defects to you.

— Paul Celan, from “[All the sleepfigures, crystalline],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

How you die out in me:

even in the last threadbare breath-knot you stick with one splinter life.

— Paul Celan, “[How you],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris