Poetry       Prose       Letters

Georg Trakl



Under pruned willows, where brown children play
And leaves drift, trumpets resound. A churchyard's shudder.
Flags of scarlet fall through the maple's sorrow,
Horsemen along rye fields, empty mills.

Or at night shepherds sing and deer step
Into the circle of their fire, the grove's ancient sorrow,
Dancers rise from a black wall;
Flags of scarlet, laughter, insanity, trumpets.


© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt



Poetry       Prose       Letters

Website Copyright © 2008 by Loch Raven Review.

Copyright Notice and Terms of Use: This website contains copyrighted materials, including, but not limited to, text, photographs, and graphics. You may not use, copy, publish, upload, download, post to a bulletin board. or otherwise transmit, distribute, or modify any contents of this website in any way, except that you may download one copy of such contents on any single computer for your own personal non-commercial use, provided you do not alter or remove any copyright, poet, author, or artist attribution, or any other proprietary notices.