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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.<br>It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon.<br>It is a vineyard, charred and black with holes full of spiders.<br>It is a space, that they have white-limed with milk.<br>The madman has died. It is a South Sea island,<br>Receiving the Sun-God. One makes the drums roar.<br>The men perform warlike dances.<br>The women sway their hips in creeping vines and fire-flowers,<br>Whenever the ocean sings. O our lost Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nymphs have departed the golden woods.<br>One buries the stranger. Then arises a flicker-rain.<br>The son of Pan appears in the form of an earth-laborer,<br>Who sleeps away the meridian at the edge of the glowing asphalt.<br>It is little girls in a courtyard, in little dresses full of heart-rending poverty!<br>It is rooms, filled with Accords and Sonatas.<br>It is shadows, which embrace each other before a blinded mirror.<br>At the windows of the hospital, the healing warm themselves.<br>A white steamer carries bloody contagia up the canal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The strange sister appears again in someone's evil dreams.<br>Resting in the hazelbush, she plays with his stars.<br>The student, perhaps a doppelganger, stares long after her from the window.<br>Behind him stands his dead brother, or he comes down the old spiral stairs.<br>In the darkness of brown chestnuts, the figure of the young novice.<br>The garden is in evening. The bats flit around inside the walls of the monastery.<br>The children of the caretaker cease their playing and seek the gold of the heavens.<br>Closing accords of a quartett. The little blind girl runs trembling through the tree-lined street.<br>And later touches her shadow along cold walls, surrounded by fairy tales and holy legends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is an empty boat, that drives at evening down the black canal.<br>In the bleakness of the old asylum, human ruins come apart.<br>The dead orphans lie at the garden wall.<br>From gray rooms tread angels with shit-spattered wings.<br>Worms drip from their yellowed eyelids.<br>The square before the church is obscure and silent, as in the days of childhood.<br>Earlier lives glide past upon silvery soles<br>And the shadows of the damned climb down to the sighing waters.<br>In his grave, the white-magician plays with his snakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent above the place of the skull, open God's golden eyes.</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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It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon.
It is a vineyard, charred and black with holes full of spiders.
It is a space, that they have white-limed with milk.
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