The Picture of Otto

Lyrics
You stand there at the blackboard: Lutheran Minister manqué. Your idea Of Heaven and Earth and Hell radically Modified by the honey-bee's commune. A big shock for so much of your Prussian backbone As can be conjured into poetry To find yourself so tangled with me - Rising from your coffin, a big shock To meet me face to face in the dark adit Where I have come looking for your daughter. You had assumed this tunnel your family vault. I never dreamed, how occult our guilt, Your ghost inseparable from my shadow As long as your daughter's words can stir a candle. She could hardly tell us apart in the еnd. Your portrait, here, could be my son's portrait. I undеrstand - you never could have released her. I was a whole myth too late to replace you. This underworld, my friend, is her heart's home. Inseparable, here we must remain, Everything forgiven and in common - Not that I see her behind you, where I face you, But like Owen, after his dark poem, Under the battle, in the catacomb, Sleeping with his German as if alone.
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Credits
- Writers
- Ted Hughes