Sunday, 3 February 2013

Georg Trakl: A Winter Evening

Second version

When the snow drizzles into the window,
And the evening bell thunders,
The table is stacked for the mob;
The house is well-stocked.

Wanderers emerge from their wandering,
Creeping down darkling paths.
Golden blossoms the tree of grace
From the earth’s corpse-sap.

Silently the wanderer enters;
Pain crystallizes the threshold.
On the table, in pure radiance
Glimmering bread and wine.

Translated by Joseph Suglia

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