Georg Trakl quotes:

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.

The guilt of newborns is immense.

The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.

Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth...

I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.