<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Landscape</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Landscape</div><div style="margin:10px 0">September evening. The somber calls of the herdsmen float<br>across the dimming village. Molten metal sparks in the blacksmith’s.<br>A massive horse rears darkly back. To the fervor of its blazing nostrils<br>the hyacinth curls of the servant girl cling.<br>At the edge of the woods a faint cry stiffens the deer’s back,<br>and the yellow flowers of autumn<br>bend wordlessly over the pond’s blue countenance.<br>The tree was consumed in red flame. Up flutter the dark faces of bats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Eric Plattner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…………………………………………………………………</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Landschaft</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Septemberabend; traurig tönen die dunklen Rufe der Hirten<br>Durch das dämmernde Dorf; Feuer sprüht in der Schmiede.<br>Gewaltig bäumt sich ein schwarzes Pferd; die hyazinthenen Locken der Magd<br>Haschen nach der Inbrunst seiner purpurnen Nüstern.<br>Leise erstarrt am Saum des Waldes der Schrei der Hirschkuh<br>Und die gelben Blumen des Herbstes<br>Neigen sich sprachlos über das blaue Antlitz des Teichs.<br>In roter Flamme verbrannte ein Baum; aufflattern mit dunklen Gesichtern die <br> Fledermäuse.</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=395739" data-title="Landscape de Georg Trakl" data-description="Landscape September evening. The somber calls of the herdsmen float across the dimming village. Molten metal sparks in the blacksmith’s. A massive horse rears darkly back. To the fervor of its blazing nostrils the hyacinth curls of the servant ..."></div> </div> </div>

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