Evening Song
At evening, when we walk on dark trails,
our bleached selves appear before us.
Thirsty
we drink from the pond’s white water,
the sweetness of our mournful childhood.
Weary, we rest beneath the elderberry
to behold the dawning gulls.
Spring clouds rise above the town’s dark thoughts-
mute, the monks’ nobler days.
As I took your tiny hands
your round eyes gently broke upon me.
This was long ago.
And yet, when darker songs descend upon the soul,
you appear-a whiteness-in your friend’s autumn landscape.
Translated by Eric Plattner
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Abendlied
Am Abend, wenn wir auf dunklen Pfaden gehn,
Erscheinen unsere bleichen Gestalten vor uns.
Wenn uns d
(Georg Trakl)
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