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Gone and passed is the gold of day,
And the evening’s brown and blue:
Silenced the shepherd’s tender
And the evening’s brown and
Gone and passed as is the gold of day.
Georg Trakl
Georg Trakl (3 February 1887 – 3 November 1914) was an Austrian poet and brother of the pianist Grete Trakl. He is considered one of the most im
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Psalm
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon It is a vineyard, charred and black with holes full of spiders It is a space, that they have white-limed with milk
In The East
Like the wild organs of the winter Is the people gloomy rage, The purple billow of Of stars leaf-stripped
To The Silenced
Oh, the great city's madness when at The crippled trees gape by the blackened wall, The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask; Lights with magnetic scourge drive off the stony night
Winter Evening
When snow falls against the window, Long sounds the evening bell…For so many has the Been prepared, the house set in order From their wandering,
