Georg Trakl
De Profundis
There is a stubblefield where a black rain falls.
There is a brown tree here, which stands alone.
There is a hissing wind that wreathes the empty huts –
How sorrowful this evening.
Beyond the hamlet
The gentle orphan still gathers in the meagre grain.
Round and golden her eyes graze in the twilight
And her womb awaits the heavenly bridegroom.
Returning home
Shepherds found the sweet remains
Decayed in the thornbush.
A shadow I am far from darkened villages.
God’s silence
I drank from the spring in the grove.
Onto my brow cold metal steps.
Spiders seek my heart.
There is a light that dies in my mouth.
At night I found myself upon a heath,
Thick with filth and stardust.
In the hazel copse
Crystal angels have chimed again.
Translated by Will Stone
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