you unlock the house in which
drifts the snow of that left unspoken.
Always what key yopu choose
depends on the blood that spurts
from your eye or your mouth or your ear.
You vary the key, you vary the word
that is free to drift with the flakes.
What snowball will form round the word
depends on the wind that rebuffs you.
~Paul Celan
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