Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.
Georg Trakl

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.
Georg Trakl

For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.
Georg Trakl

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
Georg Trakl

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Georg Trakl

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
Georg Trakl

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.
Georg Trakl

The guilt of newborns is immense.
Georg Trakl

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.
Georg Trakl

When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.
Georg Trakl