solitude’s Reviews > Autumn Sonata: Selected Poems of Georg Trakl > Status Update

“O the evening, the one gone into the dark villages of childhood.
O the forest, softly lowering its brown eyes
From the slim lovely hand of the abandoned.
The purple of better days begins fading away.
O the nearness of death. Let us pray.
In this night, the delicate limbs of lovers,
Yellowed by incense, dissolve on warm pillows.” I really enjoyed reading these cozy, dreamy, and melancholic autumn poems..