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Death Fugue

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundownwe drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at nightwe drink it and drink itwe dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfinedA man lives in the house he plays with the serpents     he writeshe writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden     hair Margaretehe writes it ans steps out of doors and the stars are     flashing he whistles his pack outhe whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a     gravehe commands us strike up for the

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightwe drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at     sundownwe drink and we drink youA man lives in the house he plays with the serpents     he writeshe writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair     Margareteyour ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezes     there one lies

He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you     others sing now and playhe grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his     eyes are bluejab deeper you lot with your spades you others play     on for the

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightwe drink you at at noon in the morning we drink you     at sundownwe drink and we drink youa man lives in the house your golden hair Margareteyour ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the

He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master     from Germanyhe calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then     as smoke you will rise into airthen a grave you will have in the clouds there one     lies

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightwe drink you at noon death is a master from Germanywe drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink     and we drink youdeath is a master from Germany his eyes are bluehe strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is truea man lives in the house your golden hair Margaretehe sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in     the

He plays with the serpents and daydreams death is     a master from Germanyyour golden hair Margareteyour ashen hair

Translated by Michael

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Paul Celan

Paul Celan (/ˈsɛlæn/;[1] German: [ˈtseːlaːn]; 23 November 1920 – c. 20 April 1970) was a Romanian-born German-language poet and translator. He w…

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