Georg Trakl (3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)
My brother, let us go more silent!
The streets darken placidly.
In the distance flags probably gleam and wave,
However, brother, let us be alone -
And rest looking at heaven,
Softly and wholly prepared in the heart,
And oblivious to past deed.
My brother, see, the world is wide!
Outdoors the wind plays with clouds,
They come like us, from somewhere.
Let us be like the flowers are,
So poor, my brother, so beautiful and glad!
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