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Paul Celan - Aspen Tree
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Aspen Tree, your leaves glance white into the dark.
My mother`s hair was never white.

Dandelion, so green is the Ukraine.
My yellow-haired mother did not come home.

Rain cloud, above the well do you hover?
My quiet mother weeps for everyone.

Round star, you wind the golden loop.
My mother`s heart was ripped by lead.

Oaken door, who lifted you off your hinges?
My gentle mother cannot return.
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