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Georg Trakl


Night Song

The breath of the unmoved. An animal face
Stiffens in blueness, its holiness.
Enormous is the silence in stone;

The mask of a nocturnal bird. Softly a triad
Fades into one. Elai! your countenance
Bends speechless over bluish waters.

O! you still mirrors of truth.
On the ivory temple of the lonely one
The reflection of fallen angels appears.


© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt



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