Please - Poem by Georg Trakl
Send your flames to the spirit, when it endures,
Imprisoned sighs in black midnight,
Near the spring hill, when the gentle lamb
Offers itself, the deepest pain endures;
O love that rises in the heart
Like a round light and endures a soft shape,
So that this earthen vessel breaks.
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