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Stunde Des Grams by Georg Trakl

 

Schwärzlich folgt im herbstlichen Garten der Schritt

 

Dem glänzenden Mond,

 

Sinkt an frierender Mauer die gewaltige Nacht.

 

O, die dornige Stunde des Grams.

 

Silbern flackert im dämmernden Zimmer der Leuchter des 

 

Einsamen,

 

Hinsterbend, da jener ein Dunkles denkt

 

Und das steinerne Haupt über Vergängliches neight,

 

Trunken von Wein und nächtigem Wohllaut.

 

Immer folgt das Ohr

 

Der sanften Klage der Amsel im Haselgebüsch.

 

Dunkle Rosenkranzstunde.  Wer bist du

 

Einsame Flöte,

 

Stirne, frierend über finstere Zeiten geneigt.

 

Georg Trakl was born in Salzburg, Austria in 1887.  His first book, Gedichte (Poems), was published in 1913.  He died a year later in a psychiatric hospital in Krakow where he was sent for observation after the human suffering occasioned by WWI, specifically the battle of Gródek, brought him near to a mental collapse.  Whether his death was the result of suicide or was an accidental overdose of cocaine is still not known.  His second book, Sebastian im Traum (Sebastian in Dream), was published posthumously.

PHOTO CREDIT: ALEX MEDIATE

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