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  • In Memory of Georg Trakl

    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

  • #2
    I particularly like the second stanza, with the hatted stone thumbs and hoary stars.

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

  • #3
    Tanner. Thanks for posting this. I'm reading more Tanner and also some more Georg Trakl tonight and then a little more Tanner.

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    • #4
      Where is Tanner? He posted a beautiful poem every two minutes, then disappeared.

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      • cc springer
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        Hopefully he will continue to post.

    • #5
      MHenry, i have emerged from the darkness today with a profusion of postings, dare I say glut?

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      • #6
        Thank you for your work ! You're doing a good job!
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