Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Georg Trakl Poems

41. The Horror 4/6/2012
42. Mourning 4/6/2012
43. The Fall Of The Deserted 2/3/2012
44. The Shadow 4/6/2012
45. The Mood Of Depression 2/3/2012
46. The Elegy 4/6/2012
47. Melancholy 4/6/2012
48. The Ravens 2/3/2012
49. Towards Evening, My Heart 2/3/2012
50. Sabbath 4/6/2012
51. On The Marshy Pastures 4/6/2012
52. On The Death Of An Old Woman 4/6/2012
53. Nocturnal Lament 4/6/2012
54. On The Edge Of An Old Water 4/6/2012
55. To Angela (2nd Version) 4/6/2012
56. Season 4/6/2012
57. On The Edge Of An Old Well 4/6/2012
58. Please 4/6/2012
59. Remnant 4/6/2012
60. Sleep 4/6/2012
61. In Venice 2/3/2012
62. Poem 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. Silence 4/6/2012
72. Die Sunflowers 4/6/2012
73. Landscape 2/3/2012
74. Hohenburg 2/3/2012
75. Ballad (1) 4/6/2012
76. Untitled 4/6/2012
77. Untitled :Rosy Mirror 4/6/2012
78. Untitled: The Song Of The Spring Rain 4/6/2012
79. Winter Walk In A-Minor 4/6/2012
80. Untitled: The Stillness Of The Deceased Loves The Old Garden, 4/6/2012

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

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Best Poem of Georg Trakl

Winter Evening

When snow falls against the window,
Long sounds the evening bell...
For so many has the table
Been prepared, the house set in order.

From their wandering, many
Come on dark paths to this gateway.
The tree of grace is flowering in gold
Out of the cool sap of the earth.

In stillness, wanderer, step in:
Grief has worn the threshold into stone.
But see: in pure light, glowing
There on the table: bread and wine.

Read the full of Winter Evening

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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