Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Always Darker - Poem by Georg Trakl

The wind, which moves purple treetops,

Is God's breath that comes and goes.

The black village rises before the forest;

Three shadows are laid over the field.

Meagerly the valley dusks

Below and silent for the humble.

A seriousness greets in garden and hall,

That wants to finish the day,

Piously and darkly an organ-sound.

Marie is enthroned there in blue vestment

And cradles her babe in hand.

The night is starlit and long.


Comments about Always Darker by Georg Trakl

  • Gold Star - 16,965 Points * Sunprincess * (5/31/2014 9:45:00 AM)

    ............thanks for sharing this wonderful poem... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Mazhari David (5/21/2014 3:48:00 PM)

    One of the greatest european poets ranked 465... what a shame... Rest in peace, my dear fiend and friend.* * (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012



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