To The Silenced

Georg TraklGeorg Trakl

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Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfall
The crippled trees gape by the blackened wall,
The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask;
Lights with magnetic scourge drive off the stony night.
Oh, the sunken pealing of evening bells.***** who in her icy shivers sheds a still-born child.
With raving whips God's fury punishes brows possessed.
Purple pestilence, hunger that breaks green eyes.
Oh, the horrible laughter of gold.But silent in dark caves a stiller humanity bleeds,
Out of hard metals moulds the redeeming head.
Georg Trakl
About the poet

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. Trak…

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