Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Western Dusk - Poem by Georg Trakl

A faun-cry romps through sparks,

In the parks cascades of light foam,

Metallic vapors around steel arcades

Of the city which rolls around the sun.

A god races shimmering in a harness of tigers

Past women and bright bazaars,

Filled with flowing gold and wares.

And slave people howl now and then.

In the canal a drunken ship rotates

Sluggishly in green solar sheaves.

A cheerful concert of colors

Quietly rises before the hospital.

A Quirinal exhibits sinister splendor.

In mirrors colorful crowds circulate

On bridge arches and tracks.

Before benches a demon wakes palely.

A dreamer sees pregnant women

Glide past in slimy brilliance,

A dying man hears bells ringing -

A golden stash glows quietly in the horror.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

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