Stillness; as if blind people sank down by autumnal wall, <br /> <br />Listening with rotten temples to the flight of the ravens; <br /> <br />Golden stillness of autumn, the countenance of the father in the flickering sun <br /> <br />At evening the old village decays in the peace of brown oaks, <br /> <br />The red hammering of the smithy, a pounding heart. <br /> <br />Stillness; in slow hands the maid hides the hyacinthine forehead <br /> <br />Under fluttering sunflowers. Fear and silence <br /> <br />Of extinguishing eyes fulfills the dusking room, the halting steps <br /> <br />Of old women, the escape of the purple mouth which slowly expires in the darkness. <br /> <br />Taciturn evening in vine. From the low rafters <br /> <br />A nocturnal moth fell, nymph buried into bluish sleep. <br /> <br />In the courtyard the farm boy slaughters a lamb, the sweet smell of the blood <br /> <br />Clouds our foreheads, the dark coolness of the fountain. <br /> <br />The gloom of dying asters regrets, golden voices in the wind. <br /> <br />When it becomes night you look at me from moldered eyes, <br /> <br />In blue stillness your cheeks decayed to dust. <br /> <br />So quietly a weed's fire expires, the black hamlet in the ground falls silent <br /> <br />As if the cross climbed down the blue hill of Calvary, <br /> <br />The silent earth ejected its dead.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-54/
