Georg Trakl Poems

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    From deep night I was released.
    My soul is astonished in immortality,
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    I go into the evening,
    The wind jogs along and sings: You are bewitched by every light,
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    Often I hear your steps
    Ring through the alley.
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    Over nocturnal dark floods
    I sing my sad songs, Songs which bleed like wounds.
  • 6.  
    The sun paints courtyard and walls with autumn,
    The fruit stacked in heaps all around,
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    Send your flames to the spirit, when it endures,
    Imprisoned sighs in black midnight,
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    You dark mouth inside me,
    You are strong , shape Composed of autumn cloud,
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    The girlfriend juggling with green flowers
    Plays in moony gardens -
  • 10.  
    These mountains: blackness, silence, and snow.
    The red hunter climbs down from the forest; Oh the mossy gaze of the wild thing.
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    An eternal light glows dark-red,
    A heart so red, in sin's pressure!
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    In Darkness
    In blue spring the soul falls silent.
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    I have once seen passing-by
    A face rich with pain,
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    An old path goes along
    Near wild gardens and lonesome walls.
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    The blue soul has mutely closed,
    In the open window the brown forest sinks,
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    Seven-Song of Death
    So dawns the blue face of spring. Beneath the suckling trees
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    Rosy mirror: an ugly image
    That appears in the black background,
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    When the evening breathes golden rest
    Forest and dark meadow before which
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    Huts of childhood are in autumn,
    Decayed hamlet; dark shapes,
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    Flowers scattered blue and white
    Aspire cheerfully upon the ground.
  • 21.  
    The Sun
    Each day the yellow sun rises over the hill.
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    n pines a migration of crows flutters away
    And green evening fogs rise
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    An army of vermin, mice, rats
    Romps in the hallway which shimmers in the moonlight.
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    Like the wild organs of the winter storm
    Is the people gloomy rage, The purple billow of battle
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    In the Spring
    Your black footsteps whisper into the snow.
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    At evening jugglers travel through the forest
    On quaint wagons, small steeds.
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    A whiff of feverish poisonous plants
    Makes me dream in moony dusks, And quietly I feel entwined, embraced,
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    Once more following the blue grief of the evening
    Down the hill, to the springtime fishpondâ?? As if the shadows of those dead for a long time were
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    The night has risen over the rumpled forehead
    With beautiful stars
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    The dark eagles, sleep and death,
    Rustle all night around my head: The golden statue of man
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    A sultry garden stood the night.
    We kept silent ourselves about what grips us horribly.
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    At evening jugglers travel through the forest
    On quaint wagons, small steeds.
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    In the dark many bird voices call,
    The trees and the springs murmur noisily,
  • 34.  
    Ruby-veins crept into the foliage.
    Then the pond was calm and wide.
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    A paleness, resting in the shadow of decayed staircases -
    It rises at night in silver guise
  • 36.  
    The song of the spring rain is dark in the night,
    Under the clouds the showers of rosy pear blossoms
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    So ghostly are these late days
    Just like the look of sick people, sent here
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    The ominous anger of masses of men
    Is like the wild organ of the winter storm, The purple surge of battle,
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    Under the trimmed willows, where brown children
    are playing And leaves tumbling, the trumpets blow. A quaking
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    Now I step through the slender gate!
    Promiscuous step in the avenues Drifts away and quiet waft of words
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    The blueness dies out in my eyes tonight,
    the red gold of my heart. O how still the light burns! Your cloak of sadness encircles the long descent.
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    A faun-cry romps through sparks,
    In the parks cascades of light foam,
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    To Karl Borromaus Heinrich
    Over the white fishpond
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    My brother, let us go more silent!
    The streets darken placidly.
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    A scent of myrrh which roams in the twilight.
    Plazas red and desolate sink in fume.
  • 46.  
    The last, pale light went from the day,
    The early passions have rustled down, The holy wine of my joys spilled
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    Rotten stone towers sultrily warmed.
    Yellow haze of incense hovers.
  • 48.  
    Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eagles
    nightlong rush about my head, man's golden image drowned
  • 49.  
    The Fall of the Deserted
    The dark fall swells with fruit and abundance,
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    Lend your flame to the spirit, glowing gloom;
    Sighing the head rises into midnight,
Total 136 poems written by Georg Trakl

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