The Shadow - Poem by Georg Trakl
Since I sat in the garden this morning -
The trees stood abloom in blue,
Full of thrush calls and trills -
I saw my shadow in the grass,
Immensely distorted, a fantastical animal,
That lay before me like a bad dream.
And I left and trembled very much,
Meanwhile a fountain sang in the blueness
And a bud leapt purple
And the animal went alongside.
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