Georg Trakl Poems

Your black footsteps whisper into the snow.
In the shadows of trees
your rosy eyelids flutter out of love.
Forever follow the dark calls of the mariner,
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The absolute stillness of this golden day.
Under ancient oak trees
you appear, Elis, a dormant seed with round eyes.
Their blueness reflects the slumber of lovers,
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It's already cool, it's already late,

It's already autumn

In sister's garden, silent and still;

Her step has turned white.
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You dark mouth inside me,
You are strong , shape
Composed of autumn cloud,
And golden evening stillness;
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Flowers scattered blue and white

Aspire cheerfully upon the ground.

Silverly the evening hour weaves,

Tepid wasteland, loneliness
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Stillness; as if blind people sank down by autumnal wall,

Listening with rotten temples to the flight of the ravens;

Golden stillness of autumn, the countenance of the father in the flickering sun

At evening the old village decays in the peace of brown oaks,
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Born from the shadow of a breath
We wander in abandonment
And are lost in the eternal,
Like victims ignorant wherefore they are consecrated.
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Often I hear your steps

Ring through the alley.

In the small brown garden

The blueness of your shadow.
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Face to face with the fire-abyss,
thundering hooves, the doomed brows of warriors,
across the blood-fog bootsteps echo, the iron death knells,
surrender, black in blue brains:
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A heart laments: you do not find her,

Her native country is probably far from here,

And her face is strange!

The night weeps by a door!
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