In Autumn
Sunflowers shine near the fence,
Silently sick people sit in the sunshine.
Women strive singing in the acre,
Into which monastery bells chime.
Birds tell you a far away tale
Into which monastery bells chime.
From the courtyard the violin sounds softly.
Today they press the brown wine.
Now man appears glad and dulcet.
Today they press the brown wine.
The chambers of the dead are open wide
And beautifully painted with sunshine.
Picture found here.
2 comments:
I tagged you!
http://hedgewitchhollow.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-random-things.html
I love Trakl blogging. Thank you for introducing him to me. I used to be rather mad about Russian and Soviet literature in HS and college, but somehow missed the poets.
Translations rarely do anyting justice, but the way he strings words together and the images he involks are stunning. They hit you in the gut.
/literature ramble off
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