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In falling timbers buried There breathed a man. Outside the spades were plying, The lungs within. Could he know they sought him, Could they know he breathed, Horrid sand partition, Neither could be heard. Never slacked the diggers, But when spades had done, Oh reward of anguish, It was dying then. Many things are fruitless, 'Tis a baffling earth, But there is no gratitude Like the Grace of death.
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Bolts of Melody [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Gloria Coates (b. 1938), "In falling timbers buried", from 15 Songs on Poems by Emily Dickinson, no. 9. [ sung text verified 1 time]
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Verschüttet unter Trümmern keuchte ein Mensch. Draußen plagten Spaten sich, die Lungen, drin. Wusst’ er von der Suche? Und sie, dass er noch lebt? Schutt und Trümmerberge - keiner den andern hört. Nimmer ruhn die Spaten, doch als sie es geschafft - ach, welch Lohn der Mühsal - hat der Tod gesiegt. Vieles ist vergebens - schwer zu verstehn die Welt - doch letztlich danken wir dem barmherz’gen Tod.
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- a text in English by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Bolts of Melody
This text was added to the website: 2016-11-28
Line count: 16
Word count: 69