O Little Root of a Dream
| by Paul Celan （Translated by Heather McHugh and Nikolai Popov） O little root of a dream you hold me here undermined by blood， no longer visible to anyone， property of death. Curve a face that there may be speech， of earth， of ardor， of things with eyes， even here，where you read me blind， even here，where you refute me，to the letter |
