The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart. Georg Trakl More Quotes by Georg Trakl More Quotes From Georg Trakl I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods. Georg Trakl woods silence spring Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls. Georg Trakl golden skulls eye The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels. Georg Trakl recalls angel forgotten Cold metal walks across my forehead, Georg Trakl spiders light heart I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams. Georg Trakl vision dream home Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower. Georg Trakl autumn stars years When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood. Georg Trakl childhood white water Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters. Georg Trakl silver shadow water Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs. Georg Trakl stars evil air The guilt of newborns is immense. Georg Trakl immense guilt For whoever is lonely there is a tavern. Georg Trakl tavern whoever lonely
