02 November, 2011

transfigured autumn

The year has reached its mighty ending
With golden wine and fruit of gardens.
Forests around keep wondrous peace
And are companions to the lonely.

Then says the farmer: it is good.
You evening bells prolonged and quiet
Still at the last give us good heart.
A flock of birds hails on its journey.

It is the season of mild love. 
Down the blue river in a boat
How image follows lovely image -
Then all goes down in rest and silence.

-Georg Trakl

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