#georgtrakl

“So quiet are the green woods Of our homeland, The crystalline wave Dying away by the ruined wall, And we wept in sleep; Wandering with timid steps Down past the thorny thicket, Singers in summer's eve, In the sacred peace Of the far resplendent vineyard; Shadows now in the cool womb Of night, grief-stricken eagles. As gently does a moonlit beam close The scarlet scars of melancholy.”

schwarze bilder / black paintings

“Spiders seek my heart. There is a light that dies in my mouth. At night I found myself upon a heath, Thick with filth and stardust. In the hazel copse Crystal angels have chimed again.”

“I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.”

“Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth...”

“El dormir” de Georg Trakl de “Cántico del apartado» en «Poemas» (Die Dichtungen) 2009.

“Melancolía” de Georg Trakl en “Sueño del mal en Poemas” 2009.

"La canción nocturna" - Georg Trakl (en "Poemas" 2009)