You dark mouth inside me, <br />You are strong , shape <br />Composed of autumn cloud, <br />And golden evening stillness; <br />In the shadows thrown <br />By the broken pine trees <br />A mountain stream turns dark in the green light; <br />A little town <br />That piously dies away into brown pictures. <br />Now the black horses rear <br />In the foggy pasture. <br />I think of soldiers! <br />Down the hill, where the dying sun lumbers, <br />The laughing blood plunges, <br />Speechless <br />Under the oak trees! Oh the hopeless depression <br />Of an army; a blazing steel helmet <br />Fell with a clatter from purpled foreheads. <br />The autumn night comes down so coolly. <br />With her white habit glittering like the stars <br />Over the broken human bodies <br />The convent nurse is silent<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mood-of-depression/
