Paul Celan: Todesfugue: For the Weekend

Paul Celan Quote Death is a master from Germany 7 wallpapers Quotefancy

Paul Celan: Todesfugue: "Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink
we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped...

...A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Marguerite
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling
he whistles his hounds to come close
he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground
he orders us strike up and play for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink

A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margeurite
your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped
He shouts jab this earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play
he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue
jab your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink

a man lives in the house your golden hair Margeurite
your ashen hair Shulamith he plays with his vipers
He shouts play death more sweetly Death is a master from Germany
he shouts scrape your strings darker you'll rise then in smoke to the sky
you'll have a grave then in the clouds there you won't lie too cramped

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday Death is a master from Germany
we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink

Death is a master from German his eye it is blue
he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he looses his hounds on us grants us a grave in the air
he plays with his vipers and daydreams
Death is a master from Germany
your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith


Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland dein goldenes Haar Margarete
er schreibt es und tritt vor das Haus und es blitzen die Sterne er pfeift seine Rüden herbei
er pfeift seine Juden hervor läßt schaufeln ein Grab in der Erde
er befiehlt uns spielt auf nun zum Tanz


#fortheweekend #fascism

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