"The Burial of the Dead" Annotations
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− | What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow | + | What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow |
+ | Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20 | ||
+ | You cannot say, or guess, for you know only | ||
+ | A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, | ||
+ | And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, | ||
+ | And the dry stone no sound of water. Only | ||
+ | There is shadow under this red rock, | ||
+ | (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), | ||
+ | And I will show you something different from either | ||
+ | Your shadow at morning striding behind you | ||
+ | Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; | ||
+ | I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30 | ||
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− | + | :Frisch weht der Wind | |
+ | :Der Heimat zu | ||
+ | :Mein Irisch Kind, | ||
+ | :Wo weilest du? | ||
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− | + | "You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; | |
+ | "They called me the hyacinth girl." | ||
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− | + | - Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, | |
− | + | Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not | |
− | + | Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither | |
− | + | Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40 | |
− | + | Looking into the heart of light, the silence. | |
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− | Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40 | + | |
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− | Looking into the heart of light, the silence | + | |
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+ | Od' und leer das Meer. | ||
== Stanza 3 == | == Stanza 3 == |