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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…
Contributor:
Paul Celan
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1952
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At midnight a soft hand touched me: “Get up.” I stepped outside the silent sleeping barracks and saw: Azrael, the angel who reigns over the dead rushed down from the night firmament, all revenge…
Contributor:
Arnold Zweig
Places:
France, France
Date:
1916