In the Homeland
by, Georg Trakl
Mignonette-scent strays through the sick window;
An old plaza, chestnuts black and wasted.
A golden ray breaks through the roof and flows
Over the siblings dreamlike and confused.
In the dishwater decay drifts, the foehn
Quietly coos through the small brown garden; very still
The sunflower savors its gold and flows away.
Through blue air the call of the guard rattles.
Mignonette-scent. The walls dusk bleakly.
The sister's sleep is heavy. The night wind rummages
Her hair, that is washed around by moony brilliance.
The cat's shadow glides blue and narrow
From the rotten roof that borders near mischief,
The candle flame, which rears up purple.
