Paul Celan Quotes

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.

Don't sign your name
between worlds,

surmount
the manifold of meanings,

trust the tearstain,
learn to live.

How you die out in me:

down to the last
worn-out
knot of breath
you're there, with a
splinter
of life.

rush of pine scent (once upon a time),

the unlicensed conviction
there ought to be another way
of saying
this.

Each arrow you shoot off
carries its own target
into the decidedly
secret
tangle

U izvoru tvojih očiju
more drži svoju riječ.
Ja ondje bacam
srce koje je boravilo kod ljudi.