They dug and heard nothing more; they did not grow up wise, invented no song, thought up for themselves no language. They dug.
There came a stillness, and there came a storm, and all the oceans came. I dig, you dig, and the worm digs too, and that singing out there says: They dig.
O one, o none, o no one, o you: Where did the way lead when it led nowhere? O you dig and I dig, and I dig toward you, and on our finger the ring awakes.
— Paul Celan (trans. Michael Hamburger)