(04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Evening

With the ghostly shapes of dead heroes
Moon, you fill
The growing silence of the forest,
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!