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