‘Ah, that layer of snow of which you tell me! For a long
time I too had it! But I turned it into the tablecloth my
wife spread over our – pleasantly round – table in order
to host ... so many incarnations of mud!’
Paul Celan (in an unsent letter to Rene Char, cited in Selections: Paul Celan,
ed. Pierre Joris, 2005, p.185).