"A first portrait. The light really beautiful. He is waiting for me on the sidewalk of Rue d’Ulm. Against the light, I surprise him with his head inclined, listening, his ear glued to an invisible wall: time. He is examining time.
Toward the end of the afternoon, in the shade of a chestnut tree, he says:
— Today we cannot talk. But I wonder how we could not talk.
He holds out his hand, and a golden light falls on our approaching fingers. The light disturbs the distance about to decrease to zero, a handshake, golden yellow. He goes on:
— As soon as we talk the world seems to lose some of its solidity, and it’s this move toward loss that interests us. But we cannot always face it. It requires an availability that burns us. What do you think, Jean Daive?"
Jean Daive "Under the Dome: Walks with Paul Celan"
translated by Rosmarie Waldrop
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