I am a shadow far from darkening villages.
I drank the silence of God
Out of the stream in the trees.
—from De Profundis
Happy National Poetry Month Everyone!
To mark the occasion, I invite you to discover (or rediscover) the poems of Georg Trakl, that shooting star of Austrian expressionism, who like a true poet, burned out at the age of 27. Some say he was an incarnation of Arthur Rimbaud.
His poems have a magnificent silence in them. It is very rare that he himself talks—for the most part he allows the images to speak for him. Most of the images, anyway, are images of silent things. They follow one another in a way that is somehow stately. And the images have a mysterious connection with each other. The rhythm is slow and heavy, like the mood of someone in a dream.
Here you will find the collection of poems:
If there is a particular poem that resonates with you, please come and read it to us. Or if you can think of works of other poets in this vein, please bring those too.