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dahlia, germain's 1922

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from the u.s. national archives, 1973, chicago
There you first fully entered the name that is yours,
you stepped toward yourself on steady feet,
the hammers swung free in the belfry of your silence,
things overheard thrust through to you,
what's dead put its arm around you too,
and the three of you walked through the evening.

-paul celan, from poppy and memory [book]
tr. john felstiner