In the green ether suddenly a star flickers <br /> <br />And in the hospital they smell the morning. <br /> <br />The thrush trills crazily hidden in the bush <br /> <br />And cloister bells go dreamlike and far. <br /> <br />A statue towers in the square, lonely and slender <br /> <br />And in the courtyard red flowerbeds dawn. <br /> <br />The air around wooden balconies shakes with sultriness <br /> <br />And flies quietly reel around the stench. <br /> <br />The silver curtain there before the window hides <br /> <br />Entwined limbs, lips, tender breasts. <br /> <br />A hard hammering echoes from the tower scaffold <br /> <br />And the moon decays white in the firmament. <br /> <br />A ghostly dream-chord hovers away <br /> <br />And monks plunge from the church gates <br /> <br />And stride lost in the infinite. <br /> <br />In the sky a bright summit lifts.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-dawn-5/
