One from Celan
Whichever stone you lift – / you lay bare / those who need the protection of stones: / naked, /now they renew their entwinement. //
Whichever tree you fell – / you frame / the bedstead where / souls are stayed once again, / as if this aeon too / did not / tremble. //
Whichever word you speak – / you owe to / destruction.
(transl John Felstiner)