The Sunflowers
You golden sunflowers, Feelingly bowed to die, You humble sisters In such silence Ends Helian’s year Of mountainous cool. And the kisses Make pale his drunken brow Amidst those golden Flowers of melancholy The spirit is ruled By silent darkness.
— Egon Schiele, poetry
G. Trakl, Das dichterische Werk, Munich (11) 1987, p 195.



















