About Georg Trakl: Georg Trakl is considered one of the most important Austrian Expressionists.
The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.
Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
The guilt of newborns is immense.
The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.
The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.
Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.
For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.
When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.
At the Moor Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper In the stillness of the moor. In the gray sky A flock of wild birds follows; Slanting over gloomy waters. Turmoil. In decayed hut The spirit of putrescence flutters with black wing...
