Georg Trakl

Georg Trakl

Salzburg
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Georg Trakl
Salzburg
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Monday, January 13, 2003

De Profundis Comments

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There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.
There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.
There is a hissing wind which haunts deserted huts- -
How sad this evening.
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