22 Quotes by Georg Trakl

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

Frost and smoke. A white shirt of stars burns your worn-out shoulders, and God's vultures tear at your metallic heart.

Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth...

The guilt of newborns is immense.