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Слушать(AI)Kaspar Hausers Song
He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,
The ways through the woods, the singing
And the joys of green.
Sombre was his dwelling in the shadows of the
And his face undefiled.
God, a tender flame, spoke to his heart:
Oh son of man!
Silently his step turned to the city in the evening;
A mysterious complaint fell from his lips:“I shall become a horseman.”But bush and beast did follow his
To the pale people’s house and garden at dusk,
And his murderer sought after him.
Spring and summer and – oh so beautiful – the
Of the righteous.
His silent
Passed by the dark rooms of the dreamers.
At night he and his star dwelled alone.
He saw the snow fall on bare
And in the murky doorway the assassin’s shadow.
Silvern sank the unborne’s head.
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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