Collected prose

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 Painting by: Hilma af Klint (1862–1944)
» The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?
The poem intends another, needs this other, needs an opposite. It goes toward it, bespeaks it. For the poem, everything and everybody is a figure of this other toward which it is heading.
The poem becomes conversation – often desperate conversation. 
- Collected prose, Paul Celan; 

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