En-route
Georg Trakl 1887 (Salzburg) – 1914 (Kraków)
A scent of myrrh which roams in the twilight.
Plazas red and desolate sink in fume.
Bazaars circle and a golden ray flows
In old shops queerly and confused.
In the dishwater decay glows; and the wind
Evokes dully the agony of burnt gardens.
The possessed pursue golden dreams.
By windows dryads rest slender and dulcet.
The dream-addicted wander pined over by a wish.
Workers surge shimmering through a gate.
Steel towers glow upward at the edge of the sky.
O fairy tale barred gray in factories!
In the sinisterness an old man trips dollish
And a jingling sound of money laughs lasciviously.
A halo falls on that little girl
Who waits before the coffee house, soft and white.
O golden brilliance which she wakes in panes!
Sun-filled noise roars distantly and ecstatically.
A crooked writer smiles as if crazy
To the horizon which is frightened green by an uproar.
State coaches of crystal move on bridges,
Fruit barrows, hearse black and sallow,
The canal swarms with bright steamboats,
Concerts sound. Green domes drizzle.
Public baths flicker in magic of light,
Execrated streets which one tears down.
A center of epidemics chaotically circles in ether,
A light from forests breaks through ruby dust.
Enchanted an opera house shines in the gray.
From alleys masks flood unforeseen,
And somewhere a fire still blazes furiously.
A small moth dances in the wind-roar.
Lodgings threaten full of squalor and stench.
Viola colors and chords move
Along cellar holes before the hungry.
A sweet child sits dead on a bank.
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 19, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,488 |
Words | 258 |
Stanzas | 36 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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