Little Night: when you <br />take me within, within, <br />up there, <br />three Pain-Inches above <br />the Floor: <br /> <br />all the Shroud-Coats of Sand, <br />all the Help-Nots, <br />all, that still <br />laughs <br />with the Tongue -<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-night/
