Here you will find the Poem Whispered Into Afternoon of poet Georg Trakl
Sun of autumn, thin and shy And fruit drops off the trees, Blue silence fills the peace Of a tardy afternoon?s sky. Death knells forged of metal, And a white beast hits the mire. Brown lasses uncouth choir Dies in leaves? drifting prattle. Brow of God dreams of hues, Senses madness? gentle wings. Round the hill wield in rings Black decay and shaded views. Rest and wine in sunset?s gleam, Sad guitars drizzle into night, And to the mellow lamp inside You turn in as in a dream.