Come evening, friend, who surrounds my forehead with darkness <br /> <br />Gliding on paths through soft-green sowing. <br /> <br />Also willows beckon solemnly and calmly; <br /> <br />A beloved voice whispers in the branches. <br /> <br />The tranquil wind floats beautiful things here from somewhere, <br /> <br />Scent of daffodils which silverly touches you. <br /> <br />In the hazel bush the blackbird makes music - <br /> <br />A shepherd's song gives answer from the firs. <br /> <br />How long the small house has disappeared <br /> <br />Where now a birch copse gushes; <br /> <br />The pond bears a lonely constellation - <br /> <br />And shadows rounding silently in the goldenness! <br /> <br />And time is so miraculous, <br /> <br />That one looks for angels in human glances <br /> <br />Which delight in innocent play. <br /> <br />Yes! Time is so miraculous.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spring-evening-3/
