Tuesday, June 16, 2015

GEORG TRAKL ~





GEORG TRAKL
(1887–1914)


Helian



In the lonely hours of the ghost

There is beauty walking in the sun

Along the yellow walls of the summer.

The footsteps fall quietly in the grass; yet ever sleeps

The son of Pan in the grey marble.



Evenings on the terrace we drank ourselves drunk on brown wine.

The red glow of the peach amid the leaves;

A soft sonata, mirthful laughter.



Beautiful is the stillness of night.

On the dark plain

We meet together with the herdsmen and white stars.



When it becomes autumn

A stark clarity reveals itself in the grove.

We wander calmly along red walls

And our wide eyes follow the flight of birds.

With evening the white water dwindles in the grave urns.



The sky freezes in bare branches.

The peasant brings bread and wine in immaculate hands

And the fruit ripens tranquilly in a sunny room.

O how solemn are the faces of those precious dead.

But it does the soul good by how it does them justice.



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GEORG TRAKL 
Poems
translated by James Reidel
Seagull Books, 2015


http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/georg-trakl








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