O the dwelling in the stillness of the dusking garden,
When the eyes of the sister round and dark opened in the brother,
The purple of their broken mouths
Melted in the coolness of the evening.
Heart-breaking hour.
September ripened the golden pear. Sweetness of incense
And the dahlia burns at the old fence
Say! where were we, when we passed by on small black boat
In the evening,
The crane passed over. The freezing arms
Held black embraced, and inside blood ran.
And around our temples moist blue. Poor little child.
Deeply a dark race ponders out of knowing eyes.
Untitled: O The Dwelling
Georg Trakl
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Poem topics: brother, child, heart, poor, purple, september, sister, blue, small, garden, broken, fence, golden, dark, evening, black, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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