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Fragment: Great War
France, I gave you the best of me;
the vigor of youth, and all my blood.
I buried myself, alive, in thee,
and weathered the storm, and endured the flood.
At last when the end for me had come,
I opened my mouth to swallow the Somme.
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Fragment: Great War
France, I gave you the best of me;
the vigor of youth, and all my blood.
I buried myself, alive, in thee,
and weathered the storm, and endured the flood.
At last when the end for me had come,
I opened my mouth to swallow the Somme.
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Fragment: Great War
France, I gave you the best of me;
the vigor of youth, and all my blood.
I buried myself, alive, in thee,
and weathered the storm, and endured the flood.
At last when the end for me had come,
I opened my mouth to swallow the Somme.
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unbegraben und vergessen
'unburied and forgotten'
Leaving the house where they were quartered, Lukas stepped out into the street and began to walk. He did not approach the town center, where there was bound to be plenty of activity, but went the other way, out to the end of the street. There were cleared fields there — poorly tended in wartime — and beyond that a dark body of trees and the river. After three days of rain the ground was soft. He picked his way carefully, avoiding the boggy places.
It was already late evening. Among the trees he had to slow down further to avoid tripping in the low light. It was in this gloaming that Lukas spotted another soldier. It shocked him still and set his heart pounding. He stayed as he was a long while, until he registered that the figure was not moving. The stranger lounged against a tree as though resting. Even in the long shadows his Wehrmacht uniform was unmistakable. His helmet was pushed low over his eyes. There was something wrong about his face.
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‘When I was wild,’ the horse said, ‘my coat shone like copper and ivory in the sunlight. My tail was like a cloud on the breeze. I was strong and fast and canny and fierce. I had thirty mares in my harem, and each one bore me beautiful foals.’
‘When I was wild,’ the tigress said, ‘my range was three days wide and five days long. My strength was the storm and the lightning. My colours were flame and shadow. I ruled, tooth and claw, and every other animal gave way before me; even the elephant. Even man.’
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