Author of quotes: Paul Celan

Hush! Spike deeper
Pierces the heart;
He is in collusion with the rose.

Black milk of dawn we drink it evenings
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night
drink
we dig a grave in the air space will not be crowded
In that house lives Mr. he plays with the snakes he writes
he writes after dark to Germany
on your Golden hair Margaret
he writes and stands in front of the house and Shine the constellations
he whistles his hounds
he visittibet let their Jews digging a grave in the ground
he tells us now play dance

The birthplace of the poet - his poem, from poem to poem it changes.

My gaze rises slowly in your heart:
we look at us
we're talking dark,
we love each other like me and Mac,
we sleep like wine in the leaves of pearl,
like the sea in the bloody glow of the moon.
We stand embracing in the window under the gaze of the street:
this is the time of knowledge,
when the stone is ready to unfold a rosebud,
and under the heart, knocking the child.
This is the time which born time.
This time.

And again the night. Frozen slag.
And the sky Raven black.
As a corpse, for the camp barracks
cyanotic month stiffen.
And the Orion after Sich
dented shield in the dust and litter.
Grumble motors. Sparks throws
bloody eye of the crematorium.
A mixture of sweat, dampness and pus
inhale. Throat burning taste.
As the paw strangles the silence
three-million columbarium.

You prayer, you blasphemous, you prayer sharp blades for my silence.

In the spring of your eyes and the gallows, and the gallows and the rope.