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Georg Trakl


In Autumn

Sunflowers shine near the fence,
Silently the sick sit in the sunshine.
Women toil singing in the acre
Where monastery bells chime.

Birds tell you a far away tale
Where monastery bells chime.
From the courtyard the violin sounds softly.
Today they press the brown wine.

Now man appears cheerful and melodious.
Today they press the brown wine.
The chambers of the dead are open wide
And beautifully painted with sunshine.


© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt



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