Death Fugue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLM BNAOEFPHQD ORQORM BOAOHESTUPGD BTVOOOHWPQT HX S

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundownA
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at nightB
we drink it and drink itC
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfinedD
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpentsE
he writesF
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your goldenG
hair MargareteH
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars areI
flashing he whistles his pack outJ
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for aK
graveL
he commands us strike up for the danceM
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Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightB
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you atN
sundownA
we drink and we drink youO
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpentsE
he writesF
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hairP
MargareteH
your ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezesQ
there one lies unconfinedD
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He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot youO
others sing now and playR
he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it hisQ
eyes are blueO
jab deper you lot with your spades you others playR
on for the danceM
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Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightB
we drink you at at noon in the morning we drink youO
at sundownA
we drink and we drink youO
a man lives in the house your golden hair MargareteH
your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the serpentsE
He calls out more sweetly play death death is a masterS
from GermanyT
he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings thenU
as smoke you will rise into airP
then a grave you will have in the clouds there oneG
lies unconfinedD
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Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightB
we drink you at noon death is a master from GermanyT
we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drinkV
and we drink youO
death is a master from Germany his eyes are blueO
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is trueO
a man lives in the house your golden hair MargareteH
he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave inW
the airP
He plays with the serpents and daydreams death isQ
a master from GermanyT
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your golden hair MargareteH
your ashen hair ShulamithX
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Translated by Michael HamburgerS

Paul Celan



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