In Hellbrun
Once more following the blue grief of the evening
Down the hill, to the springtime ï¬shpond-
As if the shadows of those dead for a long time were
hovering above,
The shadows of church dignitaries, of noble ladies-
Their �owers bloom so soon, the earnest violets
In the earth at evening, and the clear water washes
From the blue spring. The oaks turn green
In such a ghostly way over the forgotten footsteps
of the dead
The golden clouds over the ï¬shpond.
Georg Trakl
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