I hear, the Axe has flowered, <br />I hear, the Place is un-nameable, <br /> <br />I hear, the Bread, that looks on him, <br />heals the Hanged-Man, <br />the Bread, his Wife baked for him, <br /> <br />I hear, they name Life <br />our sole Refuge.<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hear-6/
