Elis (Georg Trakl Poems)
Elis1.The absolute stillness of this golden day.Under ancient oak treesyou appear, Elis, a dormant seed with round eyes.Their blueness reflects ...
Elis1.The absolute stillness of this golden day.Under ancient oak treesyou appear, Elis, a dormant seed with round eyes.Their blueness reflects ...
At this hour the soul floats weightlesslythrough the city streets, speechless and invisible,astonished by the smoky blend of grays and ...
LandscapeSeptember evening. The somber calls of the herdsmen floatacross the dimming village. Molten metal sparks in the blacksmith's.A massive horse ...
Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'erA kingdom of enchantment by the shore!Behold the sky with early ...
Sometimes in the middle autumn days,The windless days when the swallows have flown,And the sere elms brood in the mist,Each ...
I'm a poet and nobody needs me,not even if I mutter wordlessly:u-u-u- no matter, for instead of me,prying devils will ...
you rushed inlaughingsuch a sweet little thingone summer daya few years agorushed into my lifeand you're still thereholding your breathwide-eyed,you ...
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
A murmur, the muted notes whispering into the silent sanctuary The refrain of the song, hushed breathing more than filler, ...
Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er A kingdom of enchantment by the shore! Behold the sky ...
Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in--for ...
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...
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