Together with me recall: the sky of Paris, that giant
autumn crocus…
We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth: they were blue and they opened up in the water.

It began to rain in our room, and our neighbour came in, Monsieur Le Songe, a lean
little man.

We played cards, I lost the irises of my eyes;

you lent me your hair, I lost it, he struck us down.

He left by the door, the rain followed him out.

We were dead and were able to breathe.
【保罗·策兰】