Gewaltmarsch

Miklós Radnóti

(geboren als Miklós Glatter, 5. Mai 1909 in Budapest, Österreich- Ungarn; gestorben 9. November 1944 auf einem Gewaltmarsch* bei Abda nahe Győr)

Berlin: Volk und Welt, 1967, S. 89. Nachdichtung und Nachwort Franz Fühmann

Forced March

 You're crazy. You fall down,   stand up and walk again,
your ankles and your knees move
but you start again   as if you had wings.
The ditch calls you, but it's no use   you're afraid to stay,
and if someone asks why,   maybe you turn around and say
that a woman and a sane death   a better death wait for you.
But you're crazy.   For a long time
only the burned wind spins   above the houses at home,
Walls lie on their backs,   plum trees are broken
and the angry night   is thick with fear.
Oh if I could believe   that everything valuble
is not only inside me now   that there's still home to go back to.
If only there were! And just as before   bees drone peacefully
on the cool veranda,   plum preserves turn cold
and over sleepy gardens   quietly, the end of summer bathes in the
sun.
Among the leaves the fruit   swing naked
and in front of the rust-brown hedge   blond Fanny waits for me,
the morning writes   slow shadows---
All this could happen   The moon is so round today!
Don't walk past me, friend.    Yell, and I'll stand up again!

Dave Fortin.

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*) Vgl. hier https://lyrikzeitung.com/2009/11/05/18-miklos-radnoti-1909-1944/