Death among the corn | In the wheatfield, among corn and poppies

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by Detlev von Liliencron (1844 - 1909)

Translation © by Emily Ezust

Tod in Ähren

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG FRE

Im Weizenfeld, in Korn und Mohn,
Liegt ein Soldat, unaufgefunden,
Zwei Tage schon, zwei Nächte schon,
Mit schweren Wunden, unverbunden.

Durstüberquält und fieberwild,
Im Todeskampf den Kopf erhoben.
Ein letzter Traum, ein letztes Bild,
Sein brechend Auge schlägt nach oben.

Die Sense rauscht im Ährenfeld,
Er sieht sein Dorf im Arbeitsfrieden,
Ade, ade, du Heimatwelt -
Und beugt das Haupt und ist verschieden.

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Confirmed with Detlev von Liliencron, Adjutantenritte, Zweite Auflage, Berlin, Schuster & Loeffler, 1896, page 14.

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Death among the corn

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

In the wheatfield, among corn and poppies,
lies a soldier, undiscovered
now for two days already, and two nights;
with heavy wounds, unbound.
 
Tormented by thirst and wild with fever,
in the throes of death, he lifts his head.
A last dream, a last image,
he rolls his breaking eyes upwards.
 
The scythe whispers in the cornfield,
he sees his village in peaceful toil,
adieu, adieu, you world of home -
and bows his head and departs.

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