Count the Almonds, <br />count, what was bitter, watched for you, <br />count me in: <br /> <br />I sought your Eye, as it opened and no one announced <br />you, <br />I spun that hidden Thread, <br />on which the Dew, of your thought, <br />slid down to the Pitchers, <br />that a Speech, which no one’s Heart found, guarded. <br /> <br />Only there did you enter wholly the Name, that is yours, <br />stepping sure-footedly into yourself, <br />the Hammers swung free in the Bell-Cradle of Silences, <br />yours, <br />the Listened-For reached you, <br />the Dead put its arm round you too, <br />and the three of you walked through the Evening. <br /> <br />Make me bitter. <br />Count me among the Almonds.<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/count-the-almonds/
