Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Sleep - Poem by Georg Trakl

Not your dark poisons again,
White sleep!
This fantastically strange garden
Of trees in deepening twilight
Fills up with serpents, nightmoths,
Spiders, bats.
Approaching stranger!
Yo u r a b a n d o n e d s h a d o w
In the red of evening
Is a dark pirate ship
Of the salty oceans of confusion.
White birds from the outskirts of the night
Flutter out over the shuddering cities
Of stee


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012



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