A man who walks in the black wind; the dry reeds <br />rustle quietly <br />Through the silence of the marshy pastures. In <br />the grey skies <br />A migration of wild birds move in ranks <br />Catty-corner over dark waters. <br />Insurgence. In the collapsing houses <br />Decay is ?uttering out with black wings; <br />Crippled-up birches breathe heavily in the wind. <br />Evening in empty roadhouses. The longing for home <br />settles about <br />The delicate despair of the grazing ?ocks, <br />Vision of the night: toads plunge from silver waters.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-marshy-pastures/
