<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ravens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Ravens</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the black crevice<br>at noon the ravens rush with rusty cries.<br>Their shadows touch the deer’s back<br>and at times they loom in gnarled rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O how they derange the brown stillness,<br>in the one acre itself entranced,<br>like a woman married to grave premonitions,<br>and at times you can hear them bicker</div><div style="margin:10px 0">about a corpse they sniffed-out somewhere,<br>and sharply they bend their flight towards north<br>and dwindle away like a funeral<br>march in the air, shivering with bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Eric Plattner & Joseph Suglia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">……………………………………………………………………</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D ie Raben</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Über den schwarzen Winkel hasten<br>Am Mittag die Raben mit hartem Schrei.<br>Ihr Schatten streift an der Hirschkuh vorbei<br>Und manchmal sieht man sie mürrisch rasten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O wie sie die braune Stille stören,<br>In der ein Acker sich verzückt,<br>Wie ein Weib, das schwere Ahnung berückt,<br>Und manchmal kann man sie keifen hören</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Um ein Aas, das sie irgendwo wittern,<br>Und plötzlich richten nach Nord sie den Flug<br>Und schwinden wie ein Leichenzug<br>In Lüften, die von Wollust zittern.</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=395788" data-title="The Ravens de Georg Trakl" data-description="The Ravens Over the black crevice at noon the ravens rush with rusty cries. Their shadows touch the deer’s back and at times they loom in gnarled rest. O how they derange the brown stillness, in the one acre itself entranced, like a woman marr..."></div> </div> </div>

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