Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Melancholy - Poem by Georg Trakl

The blue soul has mutely closed,

In the open window the brown forest sinks,

The stillness of dark animals; in the valley

The mill grinds, by the footbridge clouds rest outpoured,

The golden strangers. A procession of steeds

Gallops red in the village. The garden brown and cold.

The aster freezes, so delicately painted on the fence

The sunflower's gold almost flown away.

The stumpets' voices; dew is poured out

On the hard grass and stars white and cold.

See death painted in the dear shadow,

Every countenance full of tears and closed.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

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