Austrian Poems - Poems about Austrian

To the boy Elis by Georg Trakl translation by Michael R. Burch Elis, when the blackbird cries from the black forest, it announces your downfall. Your lips sip the rock-spring's blue coolness. Your brow sweats blood recalling ancient myths and dark interpretations of birds' flight. Yet you enter the night with soft footfalls; the ripe purple grapes hang suspended as you...

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© 2011 (Jim Sularz) Deep in a Black Forest, lost along a mystic stream. Where the winds still whisper, a thousand untold dreams. Enchanted shadows, kicking frosted leaves. Sleep at night’s darkness, wake upon a moonlit breeze. Castled ruins in disbelief, sap blistered lips unseen. Singing Austrian pines in chorus, beneath an idyllic scene. Dancing high betwixt the hills, hide...

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God's mighty fortress reigns, Mountains jagged and tall, Snow on the peaks of the mountains, The fields of green with the edelweiss and wild flowers The waterfall tumbles down the mountainside, Fresh and healing, beautiful to look at, The performer sings a song of God, Which caresses the mountains and valleys, You are enamored by his performance, He is very handsome to look at, A...

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Praise to the beautiful mountains and lakes, The humble log abode that provides a home, Where the parents and children of Austria live. The wooden table where they sit and dine, Delicious foods prepared, freshly baked bread, Cheeses and cakes and cookies, Dinners cooked to perfection, The bright dirndls the women wear, And the lederhosen worn by the men, Evenings of good music...

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Thunder clouds roll back, rain does succomb shepheards emerge their flock sunrays, brightens the horizon mountain range, as far as the eye can see The far distance , a sand block castle the fore ground a humble village goats lapping the bulging lake sparrows emerging with song thrush As children run playfully from their home pointing to the sky, rainbow a picture two lovers...

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I dream of Austria and the beauty of the country, God's perfect winter postcard. The town of Igls, the rooftops and tall spruces, touched with snow, The Latin church that stood tall. A visit with God at Christmas, Beautiful memories and walks through the village. Where the mountain stood majestic in the background, Skiis on my back, dressed in a warm nordic...

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