Georg Trakl
Since I'm thinking about Georg Trakl. He died shortly after the outbreak of war (in which he served) in 1914.
Trakl Seven-Song of Death, Georg Trakl writes; There I am alone with my murderer. Sink through the water’s surface to a place where folk speak German. Siebengesang des Todes. This is a land for mustard gas, for All Quiet on the Western Front, Im Westen nichts Neues. It’s a land of pine and tall cathedral spires, like Freiburg. To the East, the German ambit. To the West, the Rhine. And in the little villages, the clock tells out the hour. The raven says its name. Cheers, John |
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