Author Paul Celan Only when as a Shade I touch you, will you believe my Mouth, that climbs with Late- Minded things up there around the Time-Courts, you come to the Host of the Twice-Using among the Angels, Silence-Enraged Stars. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments