Rotten stone towers sultrily warmed. <br /> <br />Yellow haze of incense hovers. <br /> <br />Bees hum chaotically swarmed <br /> <br />And the flower trellises shake. <br /> <br />Slowly a breath stirs there <br /> <br />By the sun-still walls, <br /> <br />Dwindles glimmering, like a deceit - <br /> <br />Songs for the dead deeply shiver away. <br /> <br />Long it listens after in the green, <br /> <br />Lets the bushes shine brighter; <br /> <br />Brown swarms of mosquitoes spray <br /> <br />Over old tombstones<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-cementary/
