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Feb(A poem by Paul Celan - The Fields)
From the exhibit Private Lighterature . Townsend Center for the Humanities , University of California, Berkeley, October 25th 2006 - January 10th 2007. Dedicated to Aurélie Vialette.
Special thanks to Tony Cascardi & Teresa Stojkov
Immer die eine, die Pappel
am Saum des Gedankens.
Immer der Finger, der aufragt
am Rain.
Weit schon davor
zögert die Furche im Abend.
Aber die Wolke:
sie zieht.
Immer das Aug.
Immer das Aug, dessen Lid
du aufschlägst bein Schein
seines gesenkten Gescwhisters.
Immer dies Aug.
Immer dies Aug, dessen Blick
die eine, die Pappel umspinnt.
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