Treasure Island

Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

The Evening


With the ghostly shapes of dead heroes
Moon, you fill
The growing silence of the forest,
Sickle-moon—
With the gentle embraces
Of lovers,
And with ghosts of famous ages
All around the crumbling rocks;
The moon shines with such blue light
Upon the city,
Where a decaying generation
Lives, cold and evil—
A dark future prepared
For the pale grandchild.
Yo u s h a d o w s s w a l l owed by the moon
Sighing upward in the empty goblet
Of the mountain lake

Submitted: Friday, April 06, 2012

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