<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rats</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Rats</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hunter’s moon cuts straight through the farmyard.<br>From the roof’s edge a shadow descends.<br>The window empties itself without a word.<br>Up the stairs, below one’s breath, the rats cavort.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the scuttling whistles here and there<br>and the grizzly whiff of your human stink<br>gives you away,<br>the ghost in the moonlight trembles through and through</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and their bottomless greed tugs at you<br>and the houses and barns comply,<br>pregnant with corn and fruit.<br>In the dark out there the icy wind thrashes and weeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Eric Plattner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…………………………………………………………………</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Die Ratten</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Hof scheint weiß der herbstliche Mond.<br>Vom Dachrand fallen phantastische Schatten.<br>Ein Schweigen in leeren Fenstern wohnt;<br>Da tauchen leise herauf die Ratten</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Und huschen pfeifend hier und dort<br>Und ein gräulicher Dunsthauch wittert<br>Ihnen nach aus dem Abort,<br>Den geisterhaft der Mondschein durchzittert</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Und sie keifen vor Gier wie toll<br>Und erfüllen Haus und Scheunen,<br>Die von Korn und Früchten voll.<br>Eisige Winde im Dunkel greinen.</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=395787" data-title="The Rats de Georg Trakl" data-description="The Rats The hunter’s moon cuts straight through the farmyard. From the roof’s edge a shadow descends. The window empties itself without a word. Up the stairs, below one’s breath, the rats cavort. And the scuttling whistles here and there ..."></div> </div> </div>

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