“Psalm” by Paul Celan / video and poem …

A reading of “Psalm” by Paul Celan

Psalm

No one kneads us again out of earth and clay,
no one incants our dust.
No one.

Blessèd 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.

With
our pistil soul-bright,
our stamen heaven-waste,
our corolla red
from the purpleword we sang
over, O over
the thorn.

[Trans. John Felstiner]

~ by samofthetenthousandthings on February 1, 2013.