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Death Fugue
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1948
- Originally in
- Originally in German
- Pages
- Pages 1
A poem sings the death camps as a fugue, black milk drunk at morning and evening, a commandant with blue eyes, graves dug in the air, the unsayable said by being sung.
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night.
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