It's Time the Stone Consented to Bloom,

CORONA
By Paul Celan
transl. by John Felstiner
Autumn nibbles its leaf from my hand: we are friends.

We shell time from the nuts and teach it to walk:

time returns into its shell.

In the mirror is Sunday,

in the dream comes sleeping,

the mouth speaks true.

My eyes goes down to my lover's loins:

we gaze at each other,

we speak dark things,

we love one another like poppy and momory,

we slumber like wine in the seashells,

like the sea in the moon's blood-jet.

We stand at the window embracing, they watch from the street:

it's time people knew!

It's time the stone consented to bloom,

a heart beat for unrest.It's time it came time.
It is time.

The Lover -------How beautiful name that make people can not breathe. The lover in the novel is “thin, lacking in strength, weakness”(Donnadieu 38) and painful, helpless…He is full of anger and sadness, but he is too small to do nothing. He has been oppressed by the big history background. There are full of inequality and not free. The fear of war, death, love and life make them feel incapable to do anything.
Person should make a concession in history.
The love is untenable is not means she does not love. Duras also doubt that maybe she use some love which she dose not know to love that man. In addition, she find that she love her younger brother when he dead. He belongs to her pass beautiful memory.
Lover is like a blooming white daisy which is white and aught. Its heart is white. Maybe one day, when the wind blows its all petals and the petals follow the soil; we can know that some beautiful things appear in our life.