Georg Trakl

Georg Trakl

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

Whispered Into Afternoon

Sun of autumn, thin and
And fruit drops off the trees,
Blue silence fills the
Of a tardy afternoon’s sky
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At evening the autumn woodlands
With deadly weapons
Over the golden
And lakes of blue, the
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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
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In the spirit’s solitary
It is lovely to walk in the
Along the yellow walls of summer
Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always
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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
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In The East

Like the wild organs of the winter
Is the people gloomy rage,
The purple billow of
Of stars leaf-stripped
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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
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