wine lost, withless less both:I rode snow, read meI rode God far–I ro — Paul Celan, Glottal Stop

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With wine and being lost, withless and less of both:I rode through the snow, do you read meI rode God far–I rode Godnear, he sang,it wasour last ride overthe hurdled humans.They cowered whenthey heard usoverhead, theywrote, theylied our neighinginto one of theirimage-ridden languages.

Paul Celan, Glottal Stop

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