Summer Sonata - Poem by Georg Trakl
Rotten fruits smell stunning.
Bushes and trees sound sunnily,
Swarms of black flies sing
On the brown forest glade.
In the pool's deep blueness
The light of weed-fires blazes.
Hear sudden love cries whirring
From yellow flower walls.
Butterflies chase themselves for a long time;
Drunkenly my shadow dances
On sultry meadows of thyme.
Brightly ecstacized blackbirds trill.
Clouds show stiff breasts,
And wreathed by foliage and berries
Under dark pines you see
A skeleton play the violin grinning.
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