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 ...
In Red Foliage Full of GuitarsIn red foliage full of guitarsthe girls' yellow hair wavesat the fence, where sunflowers persist.A ...
Evening SongAt evening, when we walk on dark trails,our bleached selves appear before us.Thirstywe drink from the pond's white water,the ...
HohenburgThe house is empty. Fall in the room.The moon's lone glowand a birth at the edge of the dawning woods.Forever ...
LandscapeSeptember evening. The somber calls of the herdsmen floatacross the dimming village. Molten metal sparks in the blacksmith's.A massive horse ...
MankindFace to face with the fire-abyss,thundering hooves, the doomed brows of warriors,across the blood-fog bootsteps echo, the iron death knells,surrender, ...
At the MoorWanderer in the blackened wind. Dry reeds whisperin the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birdsensues ...
In VeniceStillness in the passing night of the room.Seven silver branches flickerbefore the whispered songof the deserted,the mystic flock of ...
In DarknessIn blue spring the soul falls silent.Under dripping branches the eveninglovers bowed their foreheads and shivered.O the corroding cross. ...
Downfall(To Karl Borromaeus Heinrich)Over the white pondthe savage birds draw away.At twilight an icier wind blows about our star.The split ...
In the SpringYour black footsteps whisper into the snow.In the shadows of treesyour rosy eyelids flutter out of love.Forever follow ...
These mountains: blackness, silence, and snow.The red hunter climbs down from the forest;Oh the mossy gaze of the wild thing.The ...
The ominous anger of masses of menIs like the wild organ of the winter storm,The purple surge of battle,Leafless stars.With ...
To Karl Borromaus HeinrichOver the white fishpondThe wild birds have blown away.An icy wind drifts from our stars at evening.Over ...
In the spirit's solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sunAlong the yellow walls of summer.Quietly whisper the steps ...
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in ...
He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,The ways through the woods, the singing blackbirdAnd the joys of ...
There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.There is ...
At evening the autumn woodlands ringWith deadly weapons. Over the golden plainsAnd lakes of blue, the sunMore darkly rolls. The ...
Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfallThe crippled trees gape by the blackened wall,The spirit of evil peers from ...
Sun of autumn, thin and shyAnd fruit drops off the trees,Blue silence fills the peaceOf a tardy afternoon's sky.Death knells ...
When snow falls against the window,Long sounds the evening bell…For so many has the tableBeen prepared, the house set in ...
Like the wild organs of the winter stormIs the people gloomy rage,The purple billow of battleOf stars leaf-stripped.With broken brows, ...
Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eaglesnightlong rush about my head,man's golden image drownedin timeless icy tides. On jagged reefshis purpling ...
The black snow runs down from the rooftops;A red finger dips into your brow;Blue snow flakes sink into the empty ...
Sleep and death, the dusky eaglesAround this head swoop all night long;Eternity's icy waveWould swallow the golden imageOf man; against ...
Gone and passed is the gold of day,And the evening's brown and blue:Silenced the shepherd's tender fluteAnd the evening's brown ...
There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls. There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here. ...
Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eagles nightlong rush about my head, man's golden image drowned in timeless icy tides. On ...
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