Evening Walk Poem by Georg Trakl

Evening Walk

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I go into the evening,
The wind jogs along and sings:
You are bewitched by every light,
O feel, what struggles with you!

A dead woman's voice that I loved
Speaks: poor is the fools' heart!
Forget, forget what clouds the soul!
The becoming shall be your pain!

Friday, April 6, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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