Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

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