<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395733" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Venice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Venice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stillness in the passing night of the room.<br>Seven silver branches flicker<br>before the whispered song<br>of the deserted,<br>the mystic flock of roses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A swarm of flies, black as smoke,<br>swallows up the stony space,<br>and from the anguish<br>of golden days the head<br>of the homeless child gazes back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The frozen sea fills with night.<br>The one star and the dark journey<br>have vanished in the ditch.<br>Child, your ailing smile<br>haunts me, wordless, in sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Eric Plattner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">……………………………………………………………………</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Venedig</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stille in nächtigem Zimmer<br>Silbern flackert der Leuchter<br>Vor dem singenden Odem<br>Des Einsamen;<br>Zaubrisches Rosengewölk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Schwärzlicher Fliegenschwarm<br>Verdunkelt den steinernen Raum<br>Und es starrt von der Qual<br>Des goldenen Tags das Haupt<br>Des Heimatlosen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reglos nachtet das Meer.<br>Stern und schwärzliche Fahrt<br>Entschwand am Kanal.<br>Kind, dein kränkliches Lächeln<br>Folgte mir leise im Schlaf.</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=395733" data-title="In Venice de Georg Trakl" data-description="In Venice Stillness in the passing night of the room. Seven silver branches flicker before the whispered song of the deserted, the mystic flock of roses. A swarm of flies, black as smoke, swallows up the stony space, and from the anguish of gold..."></div> </div> </div>

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