At The Cementary Poem by Georg Trakl
At The Cementary
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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4/25/2024 4:07:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
At the CEMETERY, not cementary! ! Is this a joke? * *