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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Theme and Variation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That summer there was no honey.<br>The queens led their swarms away,<br>the strawberry bed dried up in a day,<br>the berrypickers went home early.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that sweetness, swept on one ray of light<br>off to sleep. Who slept this sleep before his time?<br>Honey and berries? He is a stranger to suffering,<br>the one with the world at his hands. In want of nothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In want of nothing but perhaps a bit,<br>enought to rest or to stand straight.<br>He was bent by caves-and shadows,<br>because no country took him in.<br>He wasn't even safe in the wood-<br>a partisan whom the world reliquished<br>toher dead satellite, the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is a stranger to sufferin, the one with the world<br>[at his hands,<br>and was anything not handed him? He had the bettle's<br>cohort wrapped round his finger, blazes<br>branded his face with scars and the wellspring<br>appeared as a chimera before his eyes,<br>where it was not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honey and berries?<br>Had he ever known the scent, he'd have followed it<br>long ago!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking a sleepwalker's sleep,<br>who slept this sleep before his time?<br>One who was born ancient<br>and called to the darkness early.<br>All that sweetness swept on one ray of light<br>before him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spat into the undergrowth a curse<br>to bring drought, he screamed<br>and his prayers were heard:<br>the berrypickers went home early!<br>When the root rose up<br>and slithered after them, hissing<br>a snakeskin remained, the tree's last defense.<br>The strawberry bed dried up in a day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the village below, the buckets stood empty<br>like drums waiting in the square.<br>Then the sun struck<br>and paradiddled death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The windows fell shut,<br>the queens led their swarms away,<br>and no one prevented them from fleeing.<br>Wilderness took them in,<br>the hollow tree among ferns,<br>the first free state.<br>The last human being was stung<br>and felt no pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That summer there was no honey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>—Translated from the German by Lilian M. Friedberg</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ingeborg+Bachmann">Ingeborg Bachmann</a><div class=q>
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The queens led their swarms away,
the strawberry bed dried up in a day,
the berrypickers went home early.

All that sweetness, swept on one ray of light
off to sleep. Who slept this sleep before his time?
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