Georg Trakl

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

— Georg Trakl

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

— Georg Trakl

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

— Georg Trakl

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

— Georg Trakl

The guilt of newborns is immense.

— Georg Trakl

“Your body is a hyacinth, Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers. Our silence is a black cavern, From which a…

— Georg Trakl

For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.

— Georg Trakl

When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.

— Georg Trakl

“A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music”

— Georg Trakl

Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth...

— Georg Trakl

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

— Georg Trakl

I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is…

— Georg Trakl

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

— Georg Trakl

“In den einsamen Stunden des Geistes ist es schön in der Sonne zu gehn, an den gelben Mauern des Sommers hin ”

— Georg Trakl

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

— Georg Trakl