Georg Trakl


Born
in Salzburg, Austria
February 03, 1887

Died
November 03, 1914

Genre


Georg Trakl was an Austrian poet. He is considered one of the most important Austrian Expressionists.

Average rating: 4.38 · 2,220 ratings · 171 reviews · 165 distinct worksSimilar authors
Autumn Sonata: Selected Poems

by
4.66 avg rating — 414 ratings — published 1998 — 3 editions
Rate this book
Clear rating
The Poems of Georg Trakl

by
4.46 avg rating — 273 ratings — published 1914 — 5 editions
Rate this book
Clear rating
The Last Gold of Expired St...

by
4.75 avg rating — 154 ratings — published 2011
Rate this book
Clear rating
Poems and Prose

by
4.54 avg rating — 169 ratings — published 2001 — 5 editions
Rate this book
Clear rating
Twenty Poems of Georg Trakl

by
4.31 avg rating — 85 ratings — published 1961
Rate this book
Clear rating
Song of the Departed: Selec...

by
4.33 avg rating — 152 ratings — published 2011 — 10 editions
Rate this book
Clear rating
Das dichterische Werk.

4.60 avg rating — 72 ratings — published 1970 — 5 editions
Rate this book
Clear rating
Sebastian in Dream

really liked it 4.00 avg rating — 111 ratings — published 1915 — 18 editions
Rate this book
Clear rating
Poemas

by
4.38 avg rating — 100 ratings — published 1964 — 12 editions
Rate this book
Clear rating
To the Silenced

by
3.93 avg rating — 43 ratings — published 2005 — 2 editions
Rate this book
Clear rating
More books by Georg Trakl…
“I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.”
Georg Trakl

“Your body is a hyacinth,
Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers.
Our silence is a black cavern,
From which a soft animal steps at times
And slowly lowers heavy eyelids.
On your temples black dew drips,
The last gold of expired stars”
Georg Trakl

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

Topics Mentioning This Author