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Telegram from Georg Trakl to his publisher Kurt Wolff, 25 October 1914

Telegram from Georg Trakl to his Leipzig publisher shortly before his death

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    ‘ … with deadly weapons, the golden plains’: Grodek as the legacy of the poet Georg Trakl

    In the evening the autumnal woods resound
    With deadly weapons, the golden plains
    And blue lakes, over them the sun
    Rolls grimly away; the night envelops
    Dying warriors, the savage lament
    Of their smashed mouths.
    But silently on the pastures
    Red clouds gather, therein lives a raging god,
    The spilled blood, the moonly cool;
    All roads lead to black decay.
    Under the golden branches of the night and stars
    The shadow of the nurse sways through the silent grove,
    To greet the spirits of the heroes, the bleeding heads;
    And softly in the reeds sound the dark flutes of autumn.
    O prouder grief! You iron altars,
    Today the hot flame of the spirit is fed by an immense pain,
    The unborn grandchildren.