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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395711" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Elis</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.<br>The absolute stillness of this golden day.<br>Under ancient oak trees<br>you appear, Elis, a dormant seed with round eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their blueness reflects the slumber of lovers,<br>whose rosy sighs<br>die on your lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At evening the fishermen drew in their heavy nets.<br>A good shepherd<br>leads his herd to the edge of the woods.<br>O, Elis, how just are your days!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wordlessly, by barren walls,<br>the blue secrecy of olive trees descends.<br>An old man’s dark song dies away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One golden boat<br>rocks back and forth, Elis—your heart to the deserted sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.<br>A sweet chiming ripples in Elis’s breast<br>at evening<br>when his head sinks into the black pillow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shadow of the hunted<br>bleeds in peace in the barbed thicket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A brown tree stands cloistered there,<br>its blue fruit falling away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Signs and stars<br>go under, breathless, in the night-pond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the hill winter has come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By night<br>blue doves drink the glacial sweat<br>from Elis’s crystal brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forever whines by the blackened walls<br>God’s forsaken wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Eric Plattner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…………………………………………………………………<br>Elis </div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.<br>Vollkommen ist die Stille dieses goldenen Tags.<br>Unter alten Eichen<br>Erscheinst du, Elis, ein Ruhender mit runden Augen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ihre Bläue spiegelt den Schlummer der Liebenden.<br>An deinem Mund<br>Verstummten ihre rosigen Seufzer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am Abend zog der Fischer die schweren Netze ein.<br>Ein guter Hirt<br>Führt seine Herde am Waldsaum hin.<br>O! wie gerecht sind, Elis, alle deine Tage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leise sinkt<br>An kahlen Mauern des Ölbaums blaue Stille,<br>Erstirbt eines Greisen dunkler Gesang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ein goldener Kahn<br>Schaukelt, Elis, dein Herz am einsamen Himmel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.<br>Ein sanftes Glockenspiel tönt in Elis’ Brust<br>Am Abend,<br>Da sein Haupt ins schwarze Kissen sinkt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ein blaues Wild<br>Blutet leise im Dornengestrüpp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ein brauner Baum steht abgeschieden da;<br>Seine blauen Früchte fielen von ihm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zeichen und Sterne<br>Versinken leise im Abendweiher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hinter dem Hügel ist es Winter geworden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blaue Tauben<br>Trinken nachts den eisigen Schweiß,<br>Der von Elis’ kristallener Stirne rinnt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immer tönt<br>An schwarzen Mauern Gottes einsamer Wind.</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>
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The absolute stillness of this golden day.
Under ancient oak trees
you appear, Elis, a dormant seed with round eyes.

Their blueness reflects the slumber of lovers,
whose rosy sighs
die on your lips.

At evening the fishermen drew in thei..."></div>
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