Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Before Sunrise - Poem by Georg Trakl

In the dark many bird voices call,

The trees and the springs murmur noisily,

In the clouds a rose-colored glow sounds

Like early love's distress. The night blues away -

With shy hands the twilight softly polishes

The love lair, feverishly stirred up,

And lets the drunkenness of languished kisses end

In dreams, smiling and felt half-awake.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012



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