Three Dreams
I
I think, I dreamed of falling leaves,
Of wide forests and dark lakes,
Of sad words' echo -
However, I could not understand their meaning.
I think, I dreamed of falling stars,
Of the weeping entreaty of pale eyes,
Of a smile's echo -
However, I could not understand its meaning.
Like falling leaves, like falling stars,
So I saw myself eternally coming and going,
A dream's immortal echo -
However, I could not understand its meaning.
II
In my soul's dark mirror
Are pictures of never-seen seas,
Of abandoned, tragic imaginary lands,
Dissolving into the blue, the thereabouts.
My soul bore blood-purple skies
Shone through by gigantic, crackling suns,
And strangely animated, shimmering gardens,
That steamed with muggy, deadly delights.
And my soul's dark fountain
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poem by Georg Trakl
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