Sophie Scholl Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Understand that the rain stumbling through
The trees is like the resistance to the Fuehrer-
Not yet truly awakened, but even teething wolf-
Pups draw blood,
And as she licks the stamps of her rebellion she
Metamorphoses, both as the elements which will
Eventually defeat all cities,
And as young love; and I keep trying out for her
Regiments, trying to match my boot heel tongue
To her silky straps,
So that she’ll look up and see me freckled in the poisonous
Holly and not be afraid- In fact recognize me as
An old comrade, someone she fought together and rode
Together bareback,
And as they turn her away to trial and the firing squad,
That she should have me somewhere in her heart to
Bleed out onto the propaganda of snow,
And in the moment of her lasting exhalation, give me
Courage to ride out on my bicycle, skipping the uniform
Classes, past orange groves and green copper cannons,
Never looking again until I am past the old distinguished
Forts, releasing how I saw her last into the tidy sea,
So that as some reflection she might swim away and grow
On that salty espionage which shall forever roar her name.