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⌈ Secret Post #2598 ⌋

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Re: What's your favourite poem?

[(Anonymous)]

I couldn't find an english translation for my favourite poem, but since I love the author of said poem here's an example of his work

The Dead of Lidice

Homing swallow vainly seeks her loft,
round and round with plaintive tweet she flies.
yet the trees, like giant scepters cleft,
tower silent into leaden skies.

You down there, whose heels the clay bed deepen,
where the path to depthless crater yields,
striding through the darkness, arms flung open,
as though scattering seeds into your fields -

Lark alone on your deep grave attending;
he is nearer you than is our ear,
he hears all that passes understanding,
and in his note you may sometimes hear

song of clay, with stifling burden binding
lips about to utter words of flame,
song of stone, your upright head surrounding,
and the silence which enshrouds your name -

Song of anguish, as your children, weeping,
to the dark grey waiting trucks they led,
when you saw the pit of madness gaping
and for madness time had long fled -

Song of terror that no terror matches,
wild-eyed women gripping door and fence
as drowning man a straw haulm clutches
as salvation's one and only chance -

Song of silence, startling, and still deeper
when last faint breath has died away;
song of all the glory of this people
on whose nameless graves we step today.

Now the lark's song, clear and tranquil, rises
up from the plain like any other day -
But the roses, melancholy roses
trodden underfoot, still dot the day.

J. Seifert