About Georg Trakl
1887 - 1914/AustrianGeorg Trakl (February 3, 1887 - November 3, 1914) was an Austrian poet, whose deeply disturbing work assaults the emotions with its powerful metaphors of destruction, death, the search for meaning, and a tenuous relationship with God. Trakl was born an
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Poetry & Stories
Winter Evening
When snow falls against the window,Long sounds the evening bell...
Delirium
The black snow runs down from the rooftops;A red finger dips into your brow;
Lament
Sleep and death, the dusky eaglesAround this head swoop all night long;
Grodek
At evening the autumn woodlands ringWith deadly weapons. Over the golden plains
Psalm
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon.
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Who is Georg Trakl?
1887 - 1914/AustrianGeorg Trakl (February 3, 1887 - November 3, 1914) was an Austrian poet, whose deeply disturbing work assaults the emotions with its powerful metaphors of destruction, death, the search for meaning, and a tenuous relationship with God.
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Kavishala has 13 poems and stories by Georg Trakl, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Georg Trakl
Winter Evening
When snow falls against the window,Long sounds the evening bell...
Delirium
The black snow runs down from the rooftops;A red finger dips into your brow;
Lament
Sleep and death, the dusky eaglesAround this head swoop all night long;
Grodek
At evening the autumn woodlands ringWith deadly weapons. Over the golden plains
Psalm
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon.
Whispered Into Afternoon
Sun of autumn, thin and shyAnd fruit drops off the trees,
Helian
In the spirit’s solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sun
De Profundis
There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.
Kaspar Hauser's Song
He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,The ways through the woods, the singing blackbird
Klage
Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eaglesnightlong rush about my head,
In The East
Like the wild organs of the winter stormIs the people gloomy rage,
To The Silenced
Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfallThe crippled trees gape by the blackened wall,
Selected Quotes by Georg Trakl (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.
Sun of autumn, thin and shyAnd fruit drops off the trees,
At evening the autumn woodlands ringWith deadly weapons. Over the golden plains
Like the wild organs of the winter stormIs the people gloomy rage,
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon.
In the spirit’s solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sun
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