For whoever is lonely there is a tavern. 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 woodssilencespring Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls. Georg Trakl goldenskullseye The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels. Georg Trakl recallsangelforgotten Cold metal walks across my forehead, Georg Trakl spiderslightheart 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 visiondreamhome Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower. Georg Trakl autumnstarsyears When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood. Georg Trakl childhoodwhitewater Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters. Georg Trakl silvershadowwater Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs. Georg Trakl starsevilair The guilt of newborns is immense. Georg Trakl immenseguilt The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart. Georg Trakl eyeheartnight
