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Georg Trakl


Surrender at Night

Monkess! take me into your darkness,
Your mountains cool and blue!
Dark dew bleeds down;
Cross towers steeply in the star-glitter.

Purply, mouth and lies broke
Cool in the decayed chamber;
Laughter still shines, golden play,
A bell's final knells.

Cloud of moon! Blackly at night
Wild fruits fall from the tree
And the room becomes the grave
And this earthly wandering the dream.


© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt



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