CURRENT MOON

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Sunday Trakl Blogging


In Red Foliage Full of Guitars...


In red foliage full of guitars
The girls' yellow hair blows
At the fence, where sunflowers stand.
A golden cart drives through the clouds.
In the rest of brown shadows
The old grow silent [and] embrace dim-wittedly.

Orphans sing sweetly for vespers.
Flies buzz in yellow steams.
At the brook the women still wash.
The hung-up linens billow.
The small child, whom I have long liked,
Comes again through evening's grayness.


Sparrows fall from mild skies
Into green holes filled with rottenness.
A smell of bread and harsh spices
Feigns recovery to the hungry one.



~Why on Earth is it that I'm drawn to poets who can't be translated?

Picture found here.

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