The Poles <br />are within us, <br />insurmountable <br />while Awake, <br />we sleep across, to the Gate <br />of Mercy, <br /> <br />I lose you to you, that <br />is my Snow-Comfort, <br /> <br />say, that Jerusalem is, <br /> <br />say, as if I were this <br />your Whiteness, <br />as if you were <br />mine, <br /> <br />as if without us we could be we, <br /> <br />I open your leaves, forever, <br /> <br />you bless, you bed <br />us free.<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poles/
