(04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Evening

With the ghostly shapes of dead heroes
Moon, you fill
The growing silence of the forest,
Sickle-moon—
With the gentle embraces
Of lovers,
And with ghosts of famous ages
All around the crumbling rocks;
The moon shines with such blue light
Upon the city,
Where a decaying generation
Lives, cold and evil—
A dark future prepared
For the pale grandchild.
Yo u s h a d o w s s w a l l owed by the moon
Sighing upward in the empty goblet
Of the mountain lake

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Just wanted to add to my previous comment... I Loved the poem. There are a lot of parallels between the Nazis and today's militant Islam. I find that very discouraging... and frightening. This poem draws these parallels out most poignantly.
OK... I hate to get political on a poetry site, but this poem just begs for it. This month we're witnessing Israel fighting for it's survival against Islamic terrorists backed by Syria & Iran and cheered on by the entire Islamic world and large segments of western society. Anyone who believes that the conflict is over Israel's control of a tiny piece of land that makes up less than 1% of the middle east needs to view this website. http: //www.tellthechildrenthetruth.com/
Could not get anymore true and powerful!
Powerful and entrancing!