Where one goes in the evening is not the angel's shadow <br /> <br />And beauty! grief and gentler forgetting alternate; <br /> <br />The stranger's hands grope coolness and cypresses <br /> <br />And his soul is taken by an astonished languishing. <br /> <br />The market is emptied of red fruits and garlands. <br /> <br />Harmoniously the church's blackish pageantry attunes <br /> <br />In a garden the tones of soft play sound, <br /> <br />Where tired ones find each other after the meal. <br /> <br />A carriage rushes, a spring very far away through green puddles. <br /> <br />There a childhood appears dreamlike and elapsed, <br /> <br />Angela's stars, enclosed devoutly to a mystical constellation, <br /> <br />And calmly the evening coolness rounds. <br /> <br />White poppy loosens the limbs of the lonely ponderer, <br /> <br />So that he views righteousness and God's deep joy. <br /> <br />From the garden his shadow strays here in white silk <br /> <br />And bends down over mournful waters. <br /> <br />Branches knocked whispering into the abandoned room <br /> <br />And a loving and small evening flowers' tremor. <br /> <br />Corn and golden vines gird the site of man, <br /> <br />A lunar shimmer, however, ponders after the dead.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daydreaming-in-the-evening/
