Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

At The Cementary - Poem by Georg Trakl

Rotten stone towers sultrily warmed.

Yellow haze of incense hovers.

Bees hum chaotically swarmed

And the flower trellises shake.

Slowly a breath stirs there

By the sun-still walls,

Dwindles glimmering, like a deceit -

Songs for the dead deeply shiver away.

Long it listens after in the green,

Lets the bushes shine brighter;

Brown swarms of mosquitoes spray

Over old tombstones

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  • Rookie Mazhari David (5/21/2014 3:53:00 PM)

    At the CEMETERY, not cementary! ! Is this a joke? * * (Report) Reply

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