Just Walk On, Condemned to Die

Miklós Radnóti

1936

Just walk on, condemned to die!
in woods where winds and catscreams wail,
sentence in darkened lines
shall fall upon the pines;
hunchbacked with fear the road turns pale.
Just shrivel up, you autumn leaves!
shrivel, most hideous of worlds!
cold hisses from the sky;
on grasses rusted dry
the shadow of the wild geese falls.
O poet, live as clean…
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