Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth... — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters. — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower. — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
“Your body is a hyacinth, Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers. Our silence is a black cavern, From which a soft animal… — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood. — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
“A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music” — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth... — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold.… — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
