Alfred Lichtenstein: Farewell (Shortly Before Departing For The Theatre Of War)
A poem a day
International WWI Poetry Month
(Shortly Before Departing For The Theatre Of War)
Alfred Lichtenstein (Germany, 1914)
For Peter Scher
Before dying I am making my poem.
Quiet, comrades, don't disturb me.
We are going off to war. Death is our cement.
If only my beloved did not shed these tears for me.
What am I doing. I go gladly.
Mother is crying. One must be made of iron.
The sun sinks to the horizon.
Soon I shall be tossed into a gentle mass grave.
In the sky the fine red of evening is burning.
Perhaps in thirteen days I'll be dead.