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Georg Trakl


Evening in Lans

Wanderings through the dusking summer
Past bundles of yellowed corn. Beneath whitewashed arches,
Where the swallow flew out and in, we drank fiery wine.

Beautiful: o sorrow and purple laughter.
Evening and the dark scents of green
Cool our glowing foreheads with showers.

Silver waters trickle over the steps of the forest,
The night and a forgotten life speechless.
Friend; the leafy footbridges into the village.


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