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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Angela</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lonely destiny in abandoned rooms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A soft insanity gropes on wallpapers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beds of geraniums flow by windows,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daffodils also and more chaste in wasting away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As alabaster which gleams in the garden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In blue veils India's mornings smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their sweet incense scares away the stranger's worries,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleepless night by the pond because of Angela.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His pain rests hidden in an empty mask,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thoughts which steal away blackly in the darkness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thrushes laugh all around from soft throats. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>2</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fruits which round red in branches,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angela's lips which show her sweetness,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like nymphs who bend over springs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In restful viewing for long hours,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The green-gold, long hours of the afternoon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, sometimes the spirit returns to fight and game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In golden clouds a battle melee surges</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a hyacinth-like thing floats from mazy cresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A demon ponders thunderstorms in the sultriness,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the grave's shadow of sad cypresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the first lightning falls from black flues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>3</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The June willows' whisper in the evening;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A rain resounds long in flute sounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How motionless the birds hang in the gray!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here Angela's rest in the dim branches;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poet is this beauty's priest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mouth is flowed around by dark coolness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the valley fog softy rests poured out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the edge of the forest and gloom's shadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A golden thing floats flowing from his mouth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the edge of the forest and gloom's shadow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night embraces his drunken languishing.</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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A lonely destiny in abandoned rooms

A soft insanity gropes on wallpapers.

Beds of geraniums flow by windows,

Daffodils also and more chaste in wasting away

As alabaster which gleams in the garden.

 

In blue veils India's mornings smile..."></div>
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