Breath of the One Unmoved. Animal face
Frozen with azure, with its sanctity.
Immense the power of silence in stone.
The mask of a night bird. A quiet triad
Fades on one sound. Elai! your countenance
Inclines unspeaking over the pale-blue waters.
O you calm mirrors of the truth.
On the ivory cheeks of the lonely one appears
Reflected the splendour of fallen angels.
Georg Trakl
