Georg Trakl

Here you will find the Poem Delirium of poet Georg Trakl


The black snow runs down from the rooftops;
A red finger dips into your brow;
Blue snow flakes sink into the empty room,
They are a lovers? dying mirrors.
Heavy and torn to pieces the mind muses,
Follows the shadow in the mirror of blue snow flakes,
The cold smile of a deceased harlot.
The evening?s wind weeps in the scent of carnations.