Author: Paul Celan

Cited by

• Desmond Zhicheng-Mingde Kon (2)
  • IN: Phat Planet Cometh (2015) Fiction, poetry, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: Shot forth, shot forth. Then - nights, unmixed, circles, green or blue, red squares: the world puts its innermost into play with the new hours. - Circles, red or black, bright squares, no flight shadows, no measuring board, no smoke soul rises and plays too.
    FROM: Stretto, (1959), Poem, France
  • IN: The Wrong/Wrung Side of Love (2015) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: As I carry the ringshadow you carry the ring. something, used to heaviness, strains itself lifting us, infinite de-eternalizing you.
    FROM: Untitled, (1976), Poem, Romania
• Richard Flanagan (1)
  • IN: The Narrow Road to the Deep North (2013) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: Mother, they write poems.
    FROM: Wolf's-Bean, (1997), NULL, Romania/Germany
• Cynthia Ozick (1)
  • IN: The Shawl (1980) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: dein goldenes Haar Margarete dein aschenes Haar Sulamith
    FROM: Todesfuge, (1948), Poem, Germany
• Stephen Hunter (1)
  • IN: The Master Sniper (1980) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland his eye is blue he hits you with leaden bullets his aim is true
    FROM: “A Death Fugue”, (1948), Poem, Romania
• Frances Mayes (1)
  • IN: Swan (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: But in you, from birth foamed the other spring, up the black ray memory you climbed to the day.
    FROM: Breathturn, (1965), Book, Romania
• Lawrence Norfolk (1)
  • IN: In the Shape of a Boar (2000) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I've often asked myself where I might have got my "boar". Boars, my dear Walter Jens, -- such things do exist.
    FROM: Letter of Paul Celan, (1961), Letter, Italy/German