black milk of dawn we drink you in the evening
we drink you at noon like in the morning we drink you at night
we drink and drink
we dig a grave in the air where none lie tight
In the house lives a man who plays with snakes who writes
who writes in Germany when your golden hair darkens Margarete
he writes he stands at the door and the stars flash
he gathers the mastiffs with a whistle
with a whistle he lets out his Jews makes them dig a grave in the earth
he commands us and now play because it is time to dance

black milk of dawn we drink you at night
we drink you at noon like in the morning we drink you in the evening
we drink and drink
In the house lives a man who plays with snakes who writes
who writes in Germany when your golden hair darkens Margarete
your ash hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the air where none lie tight
a part of Totenfuge by P. Celan.
the most famous and my most beloved.
absolutely splendid.