Who is Georg Trakl
Georg Trakl (3 February 1887 – 3 November 1914) was an Austrian poet and the brother of the pianist Grete Trakl. He is considered one of the most important Austrian Expressionists. He is perhaps best known for his poem "Grodek", which he wrote shortly before he died of a cocaine overdose.Life and work
Trakl was born and lived the first 21 years of his life in Salzburg. His father, Tobias Trakl (11 June 1837, Ödenburg/Sopron – 1910), was a dealer of hardware from Hungary, while his mother, Maria Catharina Halik (17 May 1852, Wiener Neustadt – 1925), was a housewife of partly Czech descent; she was a drug addict and left the education to a French "gouvernante", who brought Trakl into contact with French language and literature at an early age. His sister Gret...
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Georg Trakl Poems
- To Angela
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... - The Deep Song
From deep night I was released.
My soul is astonished in immortality,
... - Evening Walk
I go into the evening,
The wind jogs along and sings:
You are bewitched by every light,
O feel, what struggles with you! ... - To Johnanna
Often I hear your steps
Ring through the alley.
... - Night Song
Over nocturnal dark floods
I sing my sad songs,
Songs which bleed like wounds.
However, no heart carries them to me again ...
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Ulriketanzer2: check out this article: georg trakl – ein mann und sein turm -Sscheuch_bine: spring of the soul by georg trakl screaming in sleep; through black alleys the wind hurls, the blue of spring beckons through breaking branches, purple night dew and the stars cease to shine all around. greenishly the river ’s dawning, silverly the old boulevards
Sscheuch_bine: a blue moment is only more soul. georg trakl • blue calla lily robert mapplethorpe, 1988
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_copos: we listen to what is spoken. georg trakl.
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