"How long could it go, my once-immortal word—
falling into the sky-pit right inside my skull,
the starflower now abides with me
accompanied there by spit and muck."
— Paul Celan, from Glottal Stop, trans. Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh
falling into the sky-pit right inside my skull,
the starflower now abides with me
accompanied there by spit and muck."
