The grass is still yellow, the forest gray and black <br /> <br />But in the evening verdancy dawns, <br /> <br />The river comes from the mountains cold and clear, <br /> <br />Sounds in the rock hiding place; so it sounds, <br /> <br />When you drunkenly move the legs; wild walk <br /> <br />In the blue; and the ecstatic cries of the small birds. <br /> <br />The forehead, which is already very dark, <br /> <br />Inclines deeper over bluish waters, feminine; <br /> <br />Declining again in green evening branches. <br /> <br />Step and gloom sound harmoniously in the purple sun.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-evening-7/
