A blue brook, path and evening along decayed huts. <br /> <br />Behind dark shrubbery children play with blue and red balls; <br /> <br />Some swap the forehead and the hands rot in the brown foliage. <br /> <br />In bony stillness the heart of the lonely one shines, <br /> <br />A small boat rocks on blackish waters. <br /> <br />Through dark woods hair and laughter of brown maids flutters. <br /> <br />The shadows of the old people cross the flight of a small bird; <br /> <br />Mystery of blue flowers on their temples. <br /> <br />Others sway on black benches in the evening wind. <br /> <br />Golden sighs quietly expire in the bleak branches <br /> <br />Of the chestnut; a sound of dark cymbals of summer, <br /> <br />When the strangeress appears on the decayed staircase.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-evening-6/
