The Bright Stones / Paul Celan


STONES pass through the air, the brightly

white, the light


They will

not go down, will not drop,

will not hit.  They open


like the flimsy

hedge briars, like them they unfurl,

they hover

toward you, my quiet one-:

I see you, you pick them with

my new, my

everyman's hands, you put them

into the Bright-Once-More which no one

need to weep, or to name.

-Paul Celan 

This map includes a letterpress printed transparent paper of the poem "The Bright Stones" written by Paul Celan printed in English and German and the color woodcut titled The Bright Stones in an altar-folded portfolio.  The edition size is 25