I go into the evening,
The wind jogs along and sings:
You are bewitched by every light,
O feel, what struggles with you!
A dead woman's voice that I loved
Speaks: poor is the fools' heart!
Forget, forget what clouds the soul!
The becoming shall be your pain!
Evening Walk
Georg Trakl
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Poem topics: feel, heart, light, pain, poor, wind, woman, april fools, evening, voice, soul, forget, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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