With rosy stages the stone sinks in the moor
Song of gliding and black laughter
Figures go in and out of rooms
And death grins bony in black boat.
Pirate on the canal in the red wine
Whose mast and sail often broke in the storm.
Drowned ones bump purple against the rock
Of the bridges. Steely the call of the guards clangs.
But sometimes, the glance listens in the candlelight
And follows the shadows on decayed walls
And dancers are with sleep-devoured hands.
The night, that breaks blackly on your head
And dead people who turn over in beds
Grasp the marble with broken hands.
Untitled: With Rosy Stages
Georg Trakl
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Poem topics: death, laughter, night, people, purple, red, sleep, sometimes, song, head, storm, broken, stone, black, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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