“They are the efforts of someone who, overarced by stars that are human handiwork, and who . . . goes with his very being into language, reality-wounded and reality-seeking.”

Reblogged from apoetreflects:

“Only one thing remain[s] reachable, close, and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remain[s] secure against loss.”

~ Paul Celan

                   

I Can Still See You

I can still see you: an Echo,
to be touched with Feeler-
Words, on the Parting-
Ridge.

Your face softly shies away,
when all at once there is
lamp-like brightness
in me, at the Point,
where most painfully one says Never.

~ Paul Celan

                   

Music by Alison Krauss, “Can’t Find My Way Home”