<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395684" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At the Moor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the Moor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wanderer in the blackened wind. Dry reeds whisper<br>in the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birds<br>ensues in the dawning sky.<br>Over murky waters they cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Uproar. From the crumbling shack<br>the black wings of rot flutter up.<br>Crippled birches sigh in the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evening in the forsaken tavern. The way home is shrouded<br>by the tender sadness of the grazing herd.<br>Night becomes manifest: toads emerge from the silver water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Eric Plattner & Joseph Suglia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">……………………………………………………………………</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am Moor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wanderer im schwarzen Wind; leise flüstert das dürre Rohr<br>In der Stille des Moors. Am grauen Himmel<br>Ein Zug von wilden Vögeln folgt;<br>Quere über finsteren Wassern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Aufruhr. In verfallener Hütte<br>Aufflattert mit schwarzen Flügeln die Fäulnis;<br>Verkrüppelte Birken seufzen im Wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abend in verlassener Schenke. Den Heimweg umwittert<br>Die sanfte Schwermut grasender Herden,<br>Erscheinung der Nacht: Kröten tauchen aus silbernen Wassern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Georg+Trakl">Georg Trakl</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395684" data-title="At the Moor de Georg Trakl" data-description="At the Moor Wanderer in the blackened wind. Dry reeds whisper in the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birds ensues in the dawning sky. Over murky waters they cross. Uproar. From the crumbling shack the black wings of rot flutter up. Cr..."></div> </div> </div>

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