Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Georg Trakl Poems

41. The Horror 4/6/2012
42. The Fall Of The Deserted 2/3/2012
43. The Shadow 4/6/2012
44. The Mood Of Depression 2/3/2012
45. The Elegy 4/6/2012
46. Melancholy 4/6/2012
47. The Ravens 2/3/2012
48. Towards Evening, My Heart 2/3/2012
49. On The Marshy Pastures 4/6/2012
50. Sabbath 4/6/2012
51. On The Death Of An Old Woman 4/6/2012
52. Nocturnal Lament 4/6/2012
53. On The Edge Of An Old Water 4/6/2012
54. To Angela (2nd Version) 4/6/2012
55. Season 4/6/2012
56. On The Edge Of An Old Well 4/6/2012
57. Please 4/6/2012
58. Remnant 4/6/2012
59. Sleep 4/6/2012
60. In Venice 2/3/2012
61. Poem 4/6/2012
62. Mourning 4/6/2012
63. Exhausting 4/6/2012
64. December Sonnet 4/6/2012
65. Descent And Defeat 2/3/2012
66. Evening Song 2/3/2012
67. In Darkness 2/3/2012
68. Quaint Spring 4/6/2012
69. Melusine 4/6/2012
70. Perfection 4/6/2012
71. Die Sunflowers 4/6/2012
72. Silence 4/6/2012
73. Landscape 2/3/2012
74. Ballad (1) 4/6/2012
75. Untitled 4/6/2012
76. Untitled :Rosy Mirror 4/6/2012
77. Untitled: The Song Of The Spring Rain 4/6/2012
78. Western Dusk 4/6/2012
79. Untitled: The Stillness Of The Deceased Loves The Old Garden, 4/6/2012
80. Untitled: With Rosy Stages 4/6/2012

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  • Soul Watcher Soul Watcher (6/24/2016 7:56:00 AM)

    I like to read to this great poet, thank you for sharing his poems

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Best Poem of Georg Trakl

Grodek

At evening the autumn woodlands ring
With deadly weapons. Over the golden plains
And lakes of blue, the sun
More darkly rolls. The night surrounds
Warriors dying and the wild lament
Of their fragmented mouths.
Yet silently there gather in the willow combe
Red clouds inhabited by an angry god,
Shed blood, and the chill of the moon.
All roads lead to black decay.
Under golden branching of the night and stars
A sister's shadow sways through the still grove
To greet the heroes' spirits, the bloodied heads.
And softly in the reeds Autumn's dark flutes ...

Read the full of Grodek

Kaspar Hauser's Song

He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,
The ways through the woods, the singing blackbird
And the joys of green.

Sombre was his dwelling in the shadows of the tree
And his face undefiled.
God, a tender flame, spoke to his heart:
Oh son of man!

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