Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Georg Trakl Poems

81. Untitled: With Rosy Stages 4/6/2012
82. Western Dusk 4/6/2012
83. Mankind 2/3/2012
84. To Johnanna 4/6/2012
85. Psalm 4/6/2012
86. Song In The Night 4/6/2012
87. Springtime Of The Soul 4/6/2012
88. Sister's Garden 4/6/2012
89. Elis 2/3/2012
90. In The Spring 2/3/2012
91. Ballad 4/6/2012
92. Untitled: The Blue Night 4/6/2012
93. Untitled: O The Dwelling 4/6/2012
94. Summer 2/3/2012
95. In Red Foliage Full Of Guitars 2/3/2012
96. Autumnal Homecoming 4/6/2012
97. Downfall 2/3/2012
98. Song Of The Western Countries 2/3/2012
99. Daydreaming 4/6/2012
100. To Lucifer 4/6/2012
101. On The Eastern Front 2/3/2012
102. With The Young Wine 4/6/2012
103. At The Cementary 4/6/2012
104. Ballad (2) 4/6/2012
105. Trumpets 2/3/2012
106. Untitled: Figure Which Has Long Dwelt In The Coolness Of Sinister Stone 4/6/2012
107. In The East 4/15/2010
108. Along Walls 4/6/2012
109. Age 4/6/2012
110. By A Window 4/6/2012
111. Seven-Song Of Death 2/3/2012
112. Daydreaming In The Evening 4/6/2012
113. Lament 4/15/2010
114. Birth 2/3/2012
115. Confiteor 4/6/2012
116. Rondel 2/3/2012
117. Dusk 4/6/2012
118. An Evening 4/6/2012
119. A Spring Evening 4/6/2012
120. Closing Chord 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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