Friday, April 6, 2012

Dusk Comments

Rating: 2.9

You are rumpled, distorted by every pain
And shake with the discord of all melodies,
You burst harp - a poor heart,
From which gloom's sick flowers bloom.
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Edward Kofi Louis 31 August 2015

A poor heart, facing the problems of life. Nice piece of work.

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Daniel Brick 31 August 2015

I have been reading and re-reading Trakl's poems for over fifty years, and they still haunt like newly discovered poetic treasures. Often I am struck by the objective voice and the subjective content. There are threads that connect him to visionary poets like Holderlin and Novalis, but other times these threads unravel. Then he strikes me as sui generis. Robert Bly commented, IMAGES FOLLOW ONE ANOTHER IN A WAY THAT IS SOMEHOW STATELY. That rhythm suggests Trakl's formality, also his inward-turning disposition. Rilke noted that Trakl made the IMAGE independent of context. This amazing quality is the source of his flood of imagery often of decay, evil, alienation, deep silence. Trakl is always on the edge of a precipice, but you don't have to be there. You can just read the poem.

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Rahman Henry 31 August 2015

A rich piece of poetic work. I like it.

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Ramesh T A 31 August 2015

Due to one's own wrong setup all gloom in life engulfs one ever indeed!

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Georg Trakl

Georg Trakl

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