When snow falls against the window,
Long sounds the evening bell...
For so many has the table
Been prepared, the house set in order.
From their wandering, many
Come on dark paths to this gateway.
The tree of grace is flowering in gold
Out of the cool sap of the earth.
In stillness, wanderer, step in:
Grief has worn the threshold into stone.
But see: in pure light, glowing
There on the table: bread and wine.
Winter Evening
Georg Trakl
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Poem topics: dark, grief, house, light, snow, tree, evening, earth, long, pure, gold, bread, order, step, cool, stone, window, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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