Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

With The Young Wine - Poem by Georg Trakl

Sun sets purple,

Swallow has already flown far off.

Under arches in the evening

New wine goes round;

Snow falls behind the mountain.

Summer's last green drifts away,

Hunter comes from the forest.

Under arches in the evening

New wine goes round;

Snow falls behind the mountain.

Bat blows around the forehead,

A stranger comes silently.

Under arches in the evening

New wine goes round;

Snow falls behind the mountain.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012



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