Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Sunny Afternoon - Poem by Georg Trakl

A branch rocks me in the deep blue.

In the frolicking, autumnal leaf-tangle

Moths flicker, intoxicated and crazy.

Ax blows resound in the floodplain.

My mouth bites into red berries

And light and shadows sway in the foliage.

For hours golden dust falls

Crackling in the brown ground.

The thrush laughs from the bushes

And frolicking and loudly the autumnal leaf-tangle

Strikes together above me -

Fruits detach bright and heavy.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

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