Author Paul Celan Little Night: when you take me within, within, up there, three Pain-Inches above the Floor: all the Shroud-Coats of Sand, all the Help-Nots, all, that still laughs with the Tongue - Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments