not on my lips look for your mouth, <br />not in front of the gate for the stranger, <br />not in the eye for the tear. <br /> <br />seven nights higher red makes for red, <br />seven hearts deeper the hand knocks on the gate, <br />seven roses later plashes the fountain.<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crystal/
