All+Quiet+on+the+Western+Front+Poetry

=Poetry for //All Quiet on the Western Front//=

Battlefield
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep bloods clot the patches where they oozed rusts crumble fleshes slime sucking lusts around decay. Murder on murder blinks in childish eyes.

August Stramm

The Dug-Out
Siegfried Sassoon

Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, Deep-shadowed from the candle's guttering gold; And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder; Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head. . . . You are too young to fall asleep for ever; And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.

Vigil (1915)
A whole night long crouched close to one of our men butchered with his clenched mouth grinning at the full moon with the congestion of his hands thrust right into my silence I’ve written letters filled with love I have never been so coupled to life

Giuseppe Ungaretti [Translated from the Italian]