Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Georg Trakl's "Sunny Afternoon"
(translated: Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt)
A branch rocks me in the deep blue.
In the frolicking, autumnal leaf-tangle
Moths flicker, intoxicated and crazy.
Ax blows resound in the meadow.
My mouth bites into red berries
And light and shadows sway in the foliage.
For hours golden dust falls
Crackling in the brown ground.
The thrush laughs from the bushes
And frolicking and loudly the autumnal leaf-tangle
Strikes together above me --
Fruits detach bright and heavy.