and suddenly it’s evening

Each of us is alone on the heart of the earth
pierced by a ray of sun:
and suddenly it’s evening.

Salvatore Quasimodo

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delirium

Black snow that dribbles from the roofs;
A blood-red finger dips into your brow,
Blue nerves sink into the barren chamber,
That are the lifeless mirrors of lovers.
The head breaks into weighty pieces and ponders
On shadows mirrored in blue nerves,
The frozen smile of a dead whore.
In sweet carnations weeps the evening breeze.

Georg Trakl