On My Right
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Paul Celan
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On my Right – who? The Death-Woman.
And you, on my Left, you?
The Wandering-Sickles in extra-
heavenly Place
mime themselves grey-white
Moon-Swallows, together,
Star-Swifts,
I plunge there
and pour an Urnful
down onto you,
in you.
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