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and Europe saw, and their Kings and leaders did not opportunely heed. They see, but do not see. In stupor they freeze. Lured and possessed by her terrible, yet sublime beauty, they pursue her lovely persona or sublime ideology bringing forth her very antithesis: war.
Thus, human beings rarely seek, and readily ignore, the beauty that dwells within the human breast, and not without. Change is within, not without. Outside, she shall go on dazzling, and terrifying humanity with her dual nature until the unlit sun drinks its bruised epitaphs ever mourning
“Blood ran in torrents, drenched was all the earth, As Trojans and their alien helpers died.
Here were men lying quelled by bitter death
All up and down the city in their blood.”104
and
“Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening,
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night we drink and we drink
we shovel a grave in the air where you won’t lie too cramped
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes He writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta.”105
Celan, Death Fugue
104 Quintus Smyrnaeus. Posthomerica xiii. Trans. A.S. Way. 1913. 100–104. Gathered from Wikipedia “Trojan War.” 15.11.2011.
105 Celan, Paul. “Death Fugue.” Selected Poems and Prose of Paul Celan. Trans. John Felstiner. New York: W.W.W. Norton, 2001. 31.
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