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Celan, Paul: Psalm

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Psalm (German)

Niemand knetet uns wieder aus Erde und Lehm,

niemand bespricht unseren Staub.



Gelobt seist du, Niemand.

Dir zulieb wollen

wir blühn.




Ein Nichts

waren wir, sind wir, werden

wir bleiben, blühend:

die Nichts-, die




dem Griffel seelenhell,

dem Staubfaden himmelswüst,

der Krone rot

vom Purpurwort, das wir sangen

über, o über

dem Dorn.

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Psalm (English)

No one kneads us again out of earth and clay

no-One summons our dust.

No one.


Blessed art thou, No One.

In thy sight would

we bloom.

In thy

spite .


A nothing

we were, are now, and ever

shall be, blooming:

the nothing-,

the No-One’s- Rose.



our pistil soul-bright,

our stamen heaven-waste,

our corona red

from the purpleword we sang

over, oh over

the thorn.

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