Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

I - Poem by Georg Trakl

A paleness, resting in the shadow of decayed staircases -

It rises at night in silver guise

And wanders under the cloister.

In coolness of a tree and without pain

The perfect breathes

And does not need the autumnal stars -

Thorns over which the other falls.

Lovers ponder long after

His sad fall.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012



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