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Paul Celan - The Poles
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The Poles
are within us,
insurmountable
while Awake,
we sleep across, to the Gate
of Mercy,
 
I lose you to you, that
is my Snow-Comfort,
 
say, that Jerusalem is,
 
say, as if I were this
your Whiteness,
as if you were
mine,
 
as if without us we could be we,
 
I open your leaves, forever,
 
you bless, you bed
us free.
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