Springtime Of The Soul - Poem by Georg Trakl
Flowers scattered blue and white
Aspire cheerfully upon the ground.
Silverly the evening hour weaves,
Tepid wasteland, loneliness.
Life blooms dangerously now,
Sweet rest around cross and grave.
A bell rings its length of time,
Everything seems marvelous.
A willow softly hovers in the ether,
Here and there a flickering light.
Spring whispers and promises
And the damp ivy trembles.
Lushly bread and wine are green,
The organ sounds full of the power of wonder.
And around cross and passion
A ghostly light gleams.
O! How beautiful are these days.
Children go through the dusk;
Already the wind blows bluer.
Far away thrushes mock.
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