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Georg Trakl - Delirium

2014-11-10 9 Dailymotion

The black snow which runs off the roofs;

A red finger dips into your forehead

Blue snow sinks in the bleak room,

The deceased mirror of lovers.

The head breaks in heavy pieces and ponders

After the shadows in the mirror of blue snow,

The cold smile of a dead strumpet.

In the smell of carnations the evening wind weeps.

Georg Trakl

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delirium-17/