A wind is blowing! The green lights
Sing extinguished - large and satiated
The moon fulfils the high hall,
Where no more celebrations sound through.
The ancestral portraits quietly smile
And far-off - their last shadow fell,
The room is sultry with putrefaction,
Arround which ravens mutely move in circles.
A lost sense of past times
Looks from the stony masks,
Pain distorted and empty of existence
Mourning in abandonments.
Sick smells of sunken gardens
Quietly caress the decay -
Like the echo of sobbing words
Quivering over open crypts.
Decay
Georg Trakl
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Poem topics: green, lost, moon, pain, sick, smile, wind, shadow, room, sense, high, open, large, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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