Since I don’t speak German I can’t claim to have translated this. However I have taken about five different translations, selected the best parts and UBUIZED them for your reading pleasure. So sit back and enjoy this timely seasonal classic…. 

Summer

by Georg Trakl

In the evening

The sound of the birds

Stops in the woods

The tall grass bends lower

The red poppy

Black thunderclouds

Bloom

Above the hills

The ancient song of the cicada

Dies in the fields

The leaves of the trees

Are still

On the spiral stair

Your dress rustles

A silent candle shines

In the dark room

A silver hand

Extinguishes it

No wind, no stars

Night