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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song in the Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born from the shadow of a breath <br>We wander in abandonment <br>And are lost in the eternal, <br>Like victims ignorant wherefore they are consecrated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like beggars nothing is our own, <br>We fools at the locked gate. <br>As blind people we listen in the silence, <br>In which our whisper is lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the wanderers without destinations, <br>The clouds which the wind blows away, <br>The flowers shaking in death's coolness, <br>Which wait, until one mows them down.<br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that the last torment becomes complete with me, <br>I do not defend you, you hostile dark powers. <br>You are the road to great stillness, <br>Upon which we stride in the coolest nights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your breath makes me burn louder, <br>Patience! The star dies down, the dreams glide <br>In those realms not named to us, <br>And which we may only walk along dreamlessly.<br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You dark night, you dark heart, <br>Who mirrors your holiest ground, <br>And your malice's last abysses? <br>The mask stares before our pain -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before our pain, before our lust <br>The empty mask's stony laughter, <br>On it the earthen things broke, <br>And ourselves not deliberately.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a strange enemy stands before us, <br>Who jeers, about which we struggle dying, <br>So that our songs sound cloudier<br>And what weeps in us remains dark.<br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are the wine that makes drunk, <br>Now I bleed in sweet dances <br>And must wreath my suffering with flowers! <br>So your deepest mind wills, o night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the harp in your womb, <br>Now your dark song struggles<br>For the last pains in my heart<br>And makes me eternal, unreal.<br>V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep rest - o deep rest! <br>No devout bell rings, <br>You sweet mother of pain - <br>Your death-widened peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close all wounds <br>With your cool, good hands - <br>So that inward they bleed to death - <br>Sweet mother of pain - you!<br>VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O let my silence be your song! <br>What should the poor's whisper be to you, <br>Who is separated from life's gardens? <br>Let you be nameless in me -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is dreamlesslybuilt up in me , <br>Like a bell without tone, <br>Like my pain's sweet bride <br>And the drunken poppy of my sleepings.<br>VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard flowers die in the ground<br>And the wells' drunken lament <br>And a song from the bell's mouth, <br>Night, and a whispered question; <br>And a heart - o death-wound, <br>Beyond its poor days.<br>VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The darkness extinguished me in silence, <br>I became a dead shadow in the day - <br>Then I stepped from the house of joy <br>Outside in the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now a silence dwells in my heart, <br>That does not feel the dreary day - <br>And smiles up to you like thorns, <br>Night - forever and ever!<br>IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O night, you mute gate before my suffering, <br>See this dark stigmata bleeding to death <br>And completely inclined the staggering chalice of agony! <br>O night, I am ready!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O night, you garden of oblivion <br>Around my poverty's closed-to-the-world shine,<br>The wine leaves wilt, the wreath of thorns wilts. <br>O come, you grand time!<br>X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My demon once laughed, <br>When I was a light in gleaming gardens, <br>And play and dance were my companions<br>And the wine of love, which makes drunk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My demon once wept, <br>When I was a light in painful gardens <br>And humility was my companion, <br>Whose radiance shines on poverty's house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, now my demon neither weeps nor laughs, <br>I am a shadow of lost gardens <br>And my death-dark companion is <br>The silence of the empty midnight. <br>XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My poor smile which struggled for you, <br>My sobbing song faded away in darkness. <br>Now my path comes to an end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me tread in your cathedral<br>Like once, a fool, simple minded, devoutly, <br>And stand adoring mutely before you.<br>XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are in deep midnight <br>A dead shore at the silent sea, <br>A dead shore: Never more! <br>You are in deep midnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are in deep midnight <br>The heaven in which you glowed as a star, <br>A heaven from which no more God blossoms. <br>You are in deep midnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are in deep midnight <br>An unbegotten in sweet womb, <br>And never existing, unreal! <br>You are in deep midnight.</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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Born from the shadow of a breath 
We wander in abandonment 
And are lost in the eternal, 
Like victims ignorant wherefore they are consecrated.

Like beggars nothing is our own, 
We fools at the locked gate. 
As blind people we listen in the si..."></div>
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