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chorus of those rescued

Nelly Sachs

We saved - from whose hollow bones death already cut his flutes.
to the chords of death has underscored his bow -
Our bodies have to complain with their mutilated music.

We saved - still hanging loops for our necks turned
before us in the blue air.
still fill the hours with our watches dripping blood.

we saved - we still eat the worms of fear.
Our star is buried in the dust.

We ask you saved:

Show us your sun slowly.
us from star to star in the crotch.
Let us learn the quiet life again.
Otherwise it may of a bird song,
Filling the bucket at the well
can break our bad pain
sealed and wegschäumen us.

We ask you: we have not
Shows a biting dog!
It could - it could be
that we turn to dust;
crumble into dust before your eyes.

What holds up our weaving? We have become
odemlos,
fled their souls to Him in the midnight,
long before our bodies
saved in the Ark of the moment.

We saved,
We press your hand. We
recognize your eye.
But together keeps us only to say goodbye.

The parting in the dust
keeps us together with you.