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Georg Trakl


In Darkness

The soul falls silent in blue springtime.
Under damp evening branches
The forehead of lovers sank in shudders.

O the greening cross. In dark conversation
Man and woman know each other.
Along the bare wall
The lonely one wanders with his stars.

Over the moon-brightened forest paths
The wilderness
Of forgotten hunts sank; a glimpse of blue
Breaks from mouldered rocks.


© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt



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