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Georg Trakl


Dream of Evil

Fading away of a gong's brown-golden sounds -
A lover awakens in black rooms,
The cheek near flames that flicker in the window.
Sails, masts, and ropes flash in the river.

A monk, a pregnant woman there in the crowd.
Guitars strum, red smocks gleam.
Sultry, chestnuts shrivel in golden radiance;
The churches' sad pageantry towers black.

The spirit of evil watches from pale masks.
A square dusks grim and somber.
In the evening whispers stir on the islands.

Lepers, perhaps decaying during the night,
Read confused signs from the flight of birds.
In the park siblings behold each other trembling.


© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt



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