In Memory of Georg Trakl

[Tanner]

The flesh is a sweet melancholy
Like a piece of bruised fruit
What the crows unravel at darkness

In a nearby cemetery tonight all
The stone thumbs are wearing hats
The silent dust of hoary stars

I hear the ground murmur your
Name as I trudge slowly home
Or perhaps it is only a dark angel

Of memory closing the pages of
My baedeker telling me ignorance
Is the only guide I will ever need

[grant hayes]

I particularly like the second stanza, with the hatted stone thumbs and hoary stars.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Agree with Grant here - what a turn of phrase - truly inspired.

[cc springer]

Tanner. Thanks for posting this. I'm reading more Tanner and also some more Georg Trakl tonight and then a little more Tanner.

[MHenry]

Where is Tanner? He posted a beautiful poem every two minutes, then disappeared.

[cc springer]

Hopefully he will continue to post.

[Tanner]

MHenry, i have emerged from the darkness today with a profusion of postings, dare I say glut?

[next482]

Thank you for your work ! You're doing a good job!
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