So steh ich, steinern, zur Ferne, in die ich dich führte: Von Flugsand ausgewaschen die beiden Höhlen am untern Stirnsaum. Eräugtes Dunkel darin. Durchpocht von schweigsam geschwungenen Hämmern die Stelle, wo mich das Flügelaug streifte. Dahinter, ausgespart in der Wand, die Stufe, drauf das Erinnerte hockt. Hierher sickert, von Nächten beschenkt, eine Stimme, aus der du den Trunk schöpfst.
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Text Authorship:
- by Paul Antschel (1920 - 1970), as Paul Celan [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Aribert Reimann (b. 1936), "Heute und morgen", published 1969, from Fünf Gedichte von Paul Celan, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Caroline Diehl
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