Georg Trakl -." Autumn of the Lonely "
The dark autumn returns a full fruit and fullness.
faded splendor of beautiful summer days.
a blue shell comes from a perished;
The flight of birds sounds from old legends.
fermented and the wine, the gentle stillness of quiet dark
Meets answer questions.
And here and there a cross on a barren hill;
loses in the red forest, a flock. The cloud moves
übern pond mirrors;
It rests of the country's peaceful gesture.
stirred Very quiet of the evening blue wing
A roof of dried straw, the black earth.
Soon nest stars in the weary brows;
versa in cool rooms and a quiet modesty
angels step quietly out of the blue
eyes of lovers who suffer mild.
rustles the tube, obtained a bone horror
If black drops of dew from the barren pastures.
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