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Demise (Untergang)

["Fifth and last version:
To Karl Borromaeas Heinrich"]

Across the snowy pond
the wild birds have moved away.
From our stars blows an icy wind in the evening.

Over our graves
bows the broken forehead of night.
Under oak trees we sway in an argentine pram.

Forever resound the city's niveous walls.
Under thorny bows,
blind pointers we, oh my brother, are climbing to
midnight.

poem by Georg Trakl (1 March 1913), translated by Walter Aue
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