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Georg Trakl


Music in Mirabell

A fountain sings. Clouds stand
In clear blueness, white, delicate.
Thoughtfully in the evening silent people
Wander through the old garden.

The ancestors' marble has greyed.
A line of birds streaks into the distance.
With dead eyes a faun gazes
After shadows that glide into darkness.

Leaves fall red from the old tree
And whirl inside through the open window.
Firelight glows in the room
And paints dim specters of fear.

A white stranger enters the house.
A dog leaps through crumbling passageways.
The maid extinguishes a lamp.
Nightly the ear hears the sounds of sonatas.


© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt



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