Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Along Walls - Poem by Georg Trakl

An old path goes along

Near wild gardens and lonesome walls.

Thousand-year-old yews shudder

In the rising falling chant of the wind.

The moths dance as if they would die soon,

My glance drinks weeping the shadows and lights.

Far away women's faces float

Ghostly painted in the blue.

A smile trembles in the sunshine,

Meanwhile I slowly stride on;

Unending love gives escort.

Quietly the hard rock greens.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

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