Sounds of Ellul by Robert Ziegel

A black and rainy evening
With vague feelings of fear
Alive with garish shrieking
Of shots both far and near.
What bring you, laughing soldier
To my heart’s dark command
When I, pensive and sober,
In my own grave do stand

What strange column unmoving
Appears with such dark dread?
— Oh, friends you are still living! —
Death, is your realm not fed?

At home with pious greeting
Loved ones the graves do search
Where are the dead now meeting?
The wind blows o’er the church

Death touches grave and heather
And sings: “This have I done.”
Perhaps from my eyes forever
Night will now hide the sun.


Date: 1916

By: Robert Ziegel (1895-1916)

Translated by: Peter Appelbaum (?- )

3 Responses to “Sounds of Ellul by Robert Ziegel”

  1. I would like to see the original German version of this poem.


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