With every Thought I went <br />out of the World: there you were, <br />you my Gentle One, you my Open One, and – <br />you received us. <br /> <br />Who <br />says that for us everything died, <br />that for us there the Eye broke? <br />Everything woke, all things began. <br /> <br />Vast, a Sun came swimming by, bright <br />a Soul and a Soul engaged, clear, <br />masterfully made a silence for it <br />a path ahead. <br /> <br />Lightly <br />you opened your Lap, quiet <br />rose a Breath in the Aether, <br />and what became cloud, was it not, <br />was it not Form, and for us then, <br />was it not <br />as good as a Name?<br /><br />Paul Celan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-every-thought/
