{"id":10806,"date":"2022-04-07T23:07:42","date_gmt":"2022-04-07T20:07:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10806"},"modified":"2022-04-07T23:07:44","modified_gmt":"2022-04-07T20:07:44","slug":"wolhynien-volania-volhynia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10806","title":{"rendered":"WOLHYNIEN \/ VOL\u00c2NIA \/ VOLHYNIA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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WOLHYNIEN \/ VOL\u00c2NIA \/ VOLHYNIA<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n


Das Wort
fiel im Traum,
ich sah, wie ich mein eigenes
Grab schaufeln musste.
Die Erde war hart
gefroren mit
riesigen Kieseln,
ich hatte bald
brennende Blasen
an beiden H\u00e4nden,
ich schwitzte, ich fror, ich
konnte nicht denken.
Hinter mir,
mit dem Gewehr mein W\u00e4chter,
er trieb mich
mit fremdem, deutschem Kommando,
sobald ich erlahmte.
Mitten im Krieg wars
im Traum,
ich trug einen sch\u00fctteren Bart,
graue Schl\u00e4fenlocken,
stand schr\u00e4g
im zerschlissenen Kittel.
Ich grub und konnte nicht
fertig werden.<\/p>\n


ROLAND ERB<\/p>\n

………….<\/p>\n

VOL\u00c2NIA<\/p>\n

Cuvantul
a cazut in vis
M-am v\u0103zut cum
trebuia sa-mi sap propriul morm\u00e2nt.
P\u0103m\u00e2ntul era inghetat,
tare, cu
pietricele imense,
am avut in curand
b\u0103\u0219ici arz\u0103toare
la palmele amandoua,
transpiram, \u00eenghe\u021bam,
nu puteam g\u00e2ndi.
\u00cen spatele meu,
gardianul cu pusca lui,
ma impingea
cu o comand\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103, german\u0103,
de \u00eendat\u0103 ce ma inmuiam.
Era \u00een mijlocul r\u0103zboiului,
\u00eentr-un vis,
purtam o barb\u0103 rara,
perciuni cenusii,
st\u0103team aplecat,
\u00eentr-o salopeta zdren\u021buit\u0103.
S\u0103pam \u0219i nu puteam
termina.<\/p>\n


…………….<\/p>\n

VOLHYNIA<\/p>\n

The word
fell in a dream,
I saw how
I had to dig
my own grave.
The ground was frozen
hard with
huge pebbles,
I had soon
burning blisters
on both hands,
I was sweating, I was freezing, I
couldn’t think.
Behind me,
my guard with his gun ,
he drove me
with foreign, German commands,
as soon as I got tired.
It was in the middle of the war
in a dream
I wore a thinning beard
gray side-locks,
stood askew
in a tattered overall.
I was digging and I couldn’t
finish.<\/p>\n

trad. M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[39],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10806","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-roland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10806","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10806"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10806\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10808,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10806\/revisions\/10808"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10806"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10806"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10806"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}