GEORG TRAKL
(1887-1914) is a well-known German poet who is famous for his surreal portrayal of his experience with the dismal slaughter that was World War I. He produces a rotting and clanging world of autumnal shadows, very sad, full of dream-like images and insanity.
His tragic death from an overdose of narcotics was his response to the life he experienced as a pharmacist and orderly during that war when he was posted to the Galacian front to watch helplessly over the dying of dozens of wounded soldiers. One of his poems follows:
DE PROFUNDIS
There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.
There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.
There is a hissing wind which haunts deserted huts---
How sad this evening.
Past the village pond
The gentle orphan still gathers scanty ears of corn.
Golden and round her eyes are gazing in the dusk
And her lap awaits the heavenly bridegroom.
Returning home
Shepherds found the sweet body
Decayed in the bramble bush.
A shade I am remote from sombre hamlets.
The silence of God
I drank from the woodland well.
On my forehead cold metal forms.
Spiders look for my heart.
There is a light that fails in my mouth.
At night I found myself upon a heath,
Thick with garbage and the dust of stars.
In the hazel copse
Crystal angels have sounded once more.
Translated by Michael Hamburger
Copyright 1938