Sunday, September 28, 2008

Sunday Trakl Blogging

On The Marshy Pastures

A man who walks in the black wind;
the dry reeds rustle quietly
Through the silence of the marshy pastures. In
the grey skies
A migration of wild birds move in ranks
Catty-corner over dark waters.
Insurgence. In the collapsing houses
Decay is fluttering out with black wings;
Crippled-up birches breathe heavily in the wind.
Evening in empty roadhouses. The longing for home
settles about
The delicate despair of the grazing flocks,
Vision of the night: toads plunge from silver waters.

~Translated by James Wright and Robert Bly

Picture found here.

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