There was Earth in them, and <br />they dug. <br /> <br />They dug and they dug, and so <br />their Day went by, and their Night. And they did not praise God, <br />who, so they heard, wanted all this, <br />who, so they heard, knew of all this. <br /> <br />They dug and they heard nothing more; <br />did not grow wise, invented no Song, <br />thought up for themselves no Language. <br />They dug. <br /> <br />There came a Silence, there came a Storm, <br />There came every Ocean. <br />I dig, you dig, and it digs, the Worm, <br />and the Singing, there, says: They dig. <br /> <br />O someone, o none, o no one, o you: <br />Where did it lead to, that nowhere-leading? <br />O you dig and I dig, and I dig towards you, <br />and on our finger awakens the Ring.<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-earth/
