Georg Trakl - Age

An animal face in the brown green

Glows shyly to me, the bushes smolder.

Very far away an old fountain sings

With children's voices. I listen there.

The wild jackdaws mock me

And all around the birches veil themselves.

I stand silent before a weed fire

And softly pictures paint themselves on it,

An ancient fairytale of love on golden ground.

The clouds spread their silence on the hill.

From the ghostly pond-mirror

Fruits beckon, shining and heavy.

Georg Trakl

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