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I Hear Paul Celan I hear, the axe has flowered, I hear, the place is not nameable, I hear, the bread that looks at him heals the hanged man, the bread his wife baked him, I hear, they call life our only refuge. -- p2: defenestrate -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 118.166.241.196 (臺灣) ※ 文章網址: https://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1587400789.A.5CD.html