I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses:
I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.
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Such a beautiful work, exquisite translation reading this was endearing, love can be a torture in itself.
An extraordinary poem upon the fury that doomed the Rosenbergs. To this day, the judicial murder of Julius and Esther shames our (former) republic. Fascism demands 'enemies of the State' in order to survive. This lesson might be applied globally.
Although I was not familiar with the history of this write, I was very deeply moved. Almost to tears. For me, there were very deep spiritual overtones. On some level, it appeared to be the crucifixion of Christ. On another level, a very moving tribute to someone greatly loved. A remarkably profound piece of art. Congrats on Poem Of The Day.