Often I listen full of horror at the door
And when I arrive it seems to me that someone fled,
And her eyes see past me
Dreamily, as if they would see me elsewhere.
Thus she sits completely stooped in herself and listens
And seems far-off from the things around her,
However, she trembles when noise rushes at the window,
And then cries still, just like an anxious child.
And caresses her white hair with tired hand
And asks with paled glance: Must I go already?
And has a crazy fever: The little light in the altar
Went out! Where do you go? What has happened?
On The Death Of An Old Woman
Georg Trakl
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Poem topics: child, crazy, hair, light, white, listen, door, tired, noise, fever, window, horror, anxious, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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