Paging through John Felstiner’s bio of Paul Celan, I’m transported by his first meeting, after a long correspondence, with Nelly Sachs, in Zürich and the depth of their discussion. What gave me a particular jolt 😳 were these synchronicities:

On 30 May, back in Paris, Celan wrote “Zürich, Zum Storchen,” evoking their conversation of a few days earlier, when (on the day marking Christ’s ascent into heaven) they saw Zürich’s great church, its minster, mirrored in the Limmat River (156).

I read the poem and look up pics of the Munster. How do these depth charges carry? 65 years later . . .