Ghostly Twilight
--Georg Trakl (trans. James Reidel) 

Stillness meets at the edge of the woods
A dark deer;
On the hill the evening wind quietly ends, 

The blackbird's lament trails off,
And the soft pipes of autumn
Fall silent in the reeds. 

On a black cloud
Drunk from poppies you sail
The night pond, 

The starry sky,
The sister's lunar voice forever echoes
Through the ghostly night.

The horrendous beauty of Trakl's poetic efforts are being newly presented in a gorgeous three volume series from Seagull Press. 'Ghostly Twilight' was taken from Sebastian Dreaming, which is the second publication and out earlier this year (a copy of which I had the fortune to purchase while visiting City Lights Books in May). A review can be found at Queen Mob's Tea House. The third book has not yet been released. I eagerly await.