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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From the Still Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So ghostly are these late days</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Just like the look of sick people, sent here</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the light. However, the night shades the muted lament</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of their eyes, toward which they already turn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They probably smile and recall their celebrations,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How one is moved after songs, half forgotten,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And searches words for a sad gesture,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Which already grows pale in silence unmeasured.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So the sun still plays around ill flowers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And lets them shiver in the thin, clear airs</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With a death-cool delight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The red forests whisper and darken,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And more death-nightly the woodpeckers' hammering echoes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Just like a reverberation from airless crypts.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Georg+Trakl">Georg Trakl</a></strong></div>

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