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