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Paul Celan - Death FuguePaul Celan - Death Fugue
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Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night we drink it and drink it we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents     he writes he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden     hair Margarete he writes it ans steps out of doors and the stars are     flashing he whistles his pack out he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a     grave he commands us strike up for the dance Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at     sundown we drink and we drink you A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents     he writes he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair     Margarete your ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezes     there one lies unconfined He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you     others sing now and play he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his     eyes are blue jab deeper you lot with your spades you others play     on for the dance Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at at noon in the morning we drink you     at sundown we drink and we drink you a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the serpents He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master     from Germany he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then     as smoke you will rise into air then a grave you will have in the clouds there one     lies unconfined Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink     and we drink you death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in     the air He plays with the serpents and daydreams death is     a master from Germany your golden hair Margarete your ashen hair Shulamith Translated by Michael Hamburger Anonymous submission.
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