On The Marshy Pastures - Poem by Georg Trakl
A man who walks in the black wind; the dry reeds
Through the silence of the marshy pastures. In
the grey skies
A migration of wild birds move in ranks
Catty-corner over dark waters.
Insurgence. In the collapsing houses
Decay is ﬂuttering out with black wings;
Crippled-up birches breathe heavily in the wind.
Evening in empty roadhouses. The longing for home
The delicate despair of the grazing ﬂocks,
Vision of the night: toads plunge from silver waters.
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