Georg Trakl - Evening Walk
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2014-11-10
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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!
Georg Trakl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-walk-3/
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!
Georg Trakl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-walk-3/
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