<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At evening in the woods<br>the cuckoos withhold their misery.<br>The cornstalks slant deeper into themselves,<br>the red poppies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blackening sky cracks open<br>over the hills.<br>The ancient song of the cricket<br>dies in the harbor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It never stirs,<br>the crown of the chestnut.<br>Up the winding stairs<br>your dress rustles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The candle’s glowing silence<br>darkens the room.<br>Your silver hand<br>quenches it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tonight, no wind, no stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Eric Plattner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…………………………………………………………………</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sommer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am Abend schweigt die Klage<br>Des Kuckucks im Wald.<br>Tiefer neigt sich das Korn,<br>Der rote Mohn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Schwarzes Gewitter droht<br>Über dem Hügel.<br>Das alte Lied der Grille<br>Erstirbt im Feld.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nimmer regt sich das Laub<br>Der Kastanie.<br>Auf der Wendeltreppe<br>Rauscht dein Kleid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stille leuchtet die Kerze<br>Im dunklen Zimmer;<br>Eine silberne Hand<br>Löschte sie aus;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Windstille, sternlose Nacht.</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=395773" data-title="Summer de Georg Trakl" data-description="Summer At evening in the woods the cuckoos withhold their misery. The cornstalks slant deeper into themselves, the red poppies. The blackening sky cracks open over the hills. The ancient song of the cricket dies in the harbor. It never stirs, t..."></div> </div> </div>

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