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Georg Trakl



In the evening, when the bells ring peace,
I follow the wonderful flights of birds
That disappear in long rows into the clear vastness
Of autumn like a devout procession of pilgrims.

Wandering through the dusk-filled garden
I dream after their brighter destinies
And barely feel the motion of the hour hands.
Thus I follow their journeys over the clouds.

Then a whiff of decay makes me tremble.
The blackbird complains in bare branches.
Red wine sways on rusty trellises.

While like the death-dances of pale children
Around the dark edges of weathered fountains,
Shivering blue asters bend in the wind.


© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt



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