Untitled: Figure Which Has Long Dwelt In The Coolness Of Sinister Stone Poem by Georg Trakl

Untitled: Figure Which Has Long Dwelt In The Coolness Of Sinister Stone

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Figure which has long dwelt in the coolness of sinister stone

Opens the pale mouth sounding

Round owl's eyes - sounding gold.

Those found the cave of the forest decayed and empty

The shadow of a doe in the rotten branches

At the border of the spring the darkness of his childhood.

Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline

The anxious showers of your brown coat;

The shadow of the owl appears in the rotten branches.

Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline

The anxious showers of your blue coat

The shadow of the mother appears in the spiky grass.

Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline

The anxious showers of your black coat

The shadow of the black horse appears in the mirror of the spring.

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