(11.3.22)
The coolness of dark years,
pain and hope
Preserves Cyclopean rocks,
Deserted mountains,
autumn's golden breath,
evening cloud-
purity!
Looks with blue eyes
Crystal Childhood;
Under dark spruces
love, hope,
That of fiery lids
Dew drips into the stiff grass-
Unstoppable!
THE! there the golden footbridge
Cracking in the snow
of the abyss!
Blue Cool
Odment the night valley,
Faith, hope!
Greetings, lonely graveyard!
(the return home, Georg Trakl, 1914/15, in the burner)