Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Georg Trakl

Egon Schiele


You golden sunflowers,

Feelingly bowed to die,
You humble sisters
In such silence
Ends Helian’s year
Of mountainous cool. 
And the kisses
Make pale his drunken brow
Amidst those golden
Flowers of melancholy
The spirit is ruled
By silent darkness.

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