Georg Trakl Poems
To Angela 1
The Deep Song From deep night I was released.
My soul is astonished in immortality,
Evening Walk I go into the evening,
The wind jogs along and sings: You are bewitched by every light,
To Johnanna Often I hear your steps
Ring through the alley.
Night Song Over nocturnal dark floods
I sing my sad songs, Songs which bleed like wounds.
In Wine Country The sun paints courtyard and walls with autumn,
The fruit stacked in heaps all around,
Please Send your flames to the spirit, when it endures,
Imprisoned sighs in black midnight,
The Mood Of Depression You dark mouth inside me,
You are strong , shape
Composed of autumn cloud,
The Elegy The girlfriend juggling with green flowers
Plays in moony gardens -
Birth These mountains: blackness, silence, and snow.
The red hunter climbs down from the forest; Oh the mossy gaze of the wild thing.
Metamorphosis An eternal light glows dark-red,
A heart so red, in sin's pressure!
In Darkness In Darkness
In blue spring the soul falls silent.
To A Woman Passer-by I have once seen passing-by
A face rich with pain,
Along Walls An old path goes along
Near wild gardens and lonesome walls.
Melancholy The blue soul has mutely closed,
In the open window the brown forest sinks,
Seven-song Of Death Seven-Song of Death
So dawns the blue face of spring. Beneath the suckling trees
Untitled :rosy Mirror Rosy mirror: an ugly image
That appears in the black background,
Homecoming When the evening breathes golden rest
Forest and dark meadow before which
Justice Huts of childhood are in autumn,
Decayed hamlet; dark shapes,
Springtime Of The Soul Flowers scattered blue and white
Aspire cheerfully upon the ground.
The Sun The Sun
Each day the yellow sun rises over the hill.
The Dark Valley n pines a migration of crows flutters away
And green evening fogs rise
In The Moonlight An army of vermin, mice, rats
Romps in the hallway which shimmers in the moonlight.
In The East Like the wild organs of the winter storm
Is the people gloomy rage,
The purple billow of battle
In The Spring In the Spring
Your black footsteps whisper into the snow.
December Sonnet At evening jugglers travel through the forest
On quaint wagons, small steeds.
Sabbath A whiff of feverish poisonous plants
Makes me dream in moony dusks, And quietly I feel entwined, embraced,
In Hellbrun Once more following the blue grief of the evening
Down the hill, to the springtime ï¬shpondâ??
As if the shadows of those dead for a long time were
Nocturnal Lament The night has risen over the rumpled forehead
With beautiful stars
Mourning The dark eagles, sleep and death,
Rustle all night around my head: The golden statue of man
Ballad (2) A sultry garden stood the night.
We kept silent ourselves about what grips us horribly.
December At evening jugglers travel through the forest
On quaint wagons, small steeds.
Before Sunrise In the dark many bird voices call,
The trees and the springs murmur noisily,
Season Ruby-veins crept into the foliage.
Then the pond was calm and wide.
I A paleness, resting in the shadow of decayed staircases -
It rises at night in silver guise
Untitled: The Song Of The Spring Rain The song of the spring rain is dark in the night,
Under the clouds the showers of rosy pear blossoms
From The Still Days So ghostly are these late days
Just like the look of sick people, sent here
On The Eastern Front The ominous anger of masses of men
Is like the wild organ of the winter storm, The purple surge of battle,
Trumpets Under the trimmed willows, where brown children
And leaves tumbling, the trumpets blow. A quaking
Nature Theater Now I step through the slender gate!
Promiscuous step in the avenues Drifts away and quiet waft of words
At Night 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.
Western Dusk A faun-cry romps through sparks,
In the parks cascades of light foam,
Descent And Defeat To Karl Borromaus Heinrich
Over the white ﬁshpond
Perfection My brother, let us go more silent!
The streets darken placidly.
En-route A scent of myrrh which roams in the twilight.
Plazas red and desolate sink in fume.
Closing Chord The last, pale light went from the day,
The early passions have rustled down,
The holy wine of my joys spilled
At The Cementary Rotten stone towers sultrily warmed.
Yellow haze of incense hovers.
Klage Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eagles
nightlong rush about my head,
man's golden image drowned
The Fall Of The Deserted The Fall of the Deserted
The dark fall swells with fruit and abundance,
To Lucifer Lend your flame to the spirit, glowing gloom;
Sighing the head rises into midnight,
Total 136 poems written by Georg Trakl