Melancholy of the Evening

Melancholy of the Evening -- The forest, which widens deceased -- And shadows are around it, like hedges. The deer comes trembling out of hidden places, While a brook glides very quiet And follows ferns and ancient stones And gleams silverly from tangled foliage. Soon one hears it in black gorges - Perhaps, also that stars already shine. The dark plain seems endless, Scattered villages, marsh and pond, And something feigns a fire to you. A cold gleam shoos over roads. In the sky one anticipates movement, An army of wild birds migrates Towards those lands, beautiful, distant. The stirring of reeds rises and sinks. Trakl

Melancholie Des Abends – Der Wald, der sich verstorben breitet – Und Schatten sind um ihn, wie Hecken. Das Wild kommt zitternd aus Verstecken, Indes ein Bach ganz leise gleitet Und Farnen folgt und alten Steinen Und silbern glänzt aus Laubgewinden. Man hört ihn bald in schwarzen Schlünden – Vielleicht, daß auch schon Sterne scheinen. Der dunkle Plan scheint ohne Massen, Verstreute Dörfer, Sumpf und Weiher, Und etwas täuscht dir vor ein Feuer. Ein kalter Glanz huscht über Straßen. Am Himmel ahnet man Bewegung, Ein Heer von wilden Vögeln wandern Nach jenen Ländern, schönen, andern. Es steigt und sinkt des Rohres Regung. Trakl

Sommersneige

End of Summer

The green summer has become
So quiet, your crystalline countenance.
By the evening pond the flowers died,
A frightened call of a blackbird.

Futile hope of life. Already the swallow
In the house prepares for the journey
And the sun sinks at the hill;
The night already beckons to the starry journey.

Silence of villages; the abandoned forests
Resound all around. Heart,
Now bend more lovingly
Over the calm sleeping woman.

The green summer has become
So quiet; and the stranger's footstep
Rings through the silver night.
Would a blue deer remember his path,

The harmony of his spiritual years!

Trakl

Colorful Autumn--Take 2

Colorful Autumn

A fountain sings. Clouds stand

In clear blueness, white, delicate.

Silent people wander thoughtfully

Through the old garden in the evening.

The marble of the ancestors has faded to grey.

A line of birds streaks into the distance.

A faun with dead eyes gazes

After shadows that glide into darkness.

Leaves fall red from the old tree,

Rotate inside through the open window.

A firelight glows in the room,

And paints dim specters of anxiety.

Opal smoke weaves over the grass,

A carpet of wilted smells.

In the fountain the sickle moon shimmers

Like green glass in freezing air.

Colorful Autumn

Colorful Autumn--Trakl

The fountain sings, the clouds stand
In clear blueness, white, delicate;
Silent people wander thoughtfully
Down there in the evening-blue garden.

The ancestors' marble has turned grey.
A line of birds streaks into the distance
A faun with dead eyes gazes
On shadows that glide into darkness.

Leaves fall red from the old tree,
Rotate inside through the open window.
The room glows in dark fires,
In it shadows, like ghosts.

Opal smoke weaves over the grass,
A cloud of wilted, bleached scents,
In the fountain the sickle moon shines
Like a green glass in freezing air.