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The Thousandth Regiment - 32. "You crimson butterfly, how you've kissed me"
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31. Du roter Schmetterling, wie küß du mich
Mit schmalen Lippen bis ins tiefste Mark!
Und kamst geflogen wie ein Geigenstrich
Vom grauen Waldrand, der die Salve barg.
Nun halt ich dich und laß dich nimmer los
Und rinne hin und werde bleich und träg;
Und über mich stürzt rasend, riesengroß,
Der grelle Schlachttag seinen steilen Weg.
Ich weiß noch, als ich klein war und sehr krank,
Wie mich die Mutter sanft aufs Linnen legte
Und durch die sorgenvollen Nächte pflegte.
Nun hör ich nur den Wind im Walde knarren
Und blute fröstelnd, bis sie mich verscharren
Unter dem dünnen Kreuz am kahlen Hang.
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31. You crimson butterfly, how you've kissed me
With gossamer lips to my deepest core;
You've come flying like a violin stroke
From the twilight woods, which hid the salvo.
For now I will hold you and not let go
But stream away and be blanched and languid;
And let over me the colossal race
Steeply up in their blinding days of woe.
I pale to recall being young and sick,
At how my mother would place me on linens
And deliver me through long nights of torment.
For now I but hear ratcheting from the woods
And must bleed shiv'ring till they come bury me
'Neath some wispy cross on a lifeless slope.
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