In an old family album

In an old family album
Ever again you return, Melancholy,
O meekness of the solitary soul.
A golden day glows and expires.
Humbly the patient man surrenders to pain
Ringing with melodious sound and soft madness.
Look! There's the twilight.
Night returns once more and a mortal thing laments
And another suffers in sympathy.
Shuddering under autumn stars
Yearly the head is bowed deeper.

-Georg Trakl (1887-1914) "The Prophet of the West", as Heidegger called him, listened attentively to the "Songs of Death" and yielded to its spell on November 4, 1914 (others say three).

It is believed that the prophet died, as I myself would like to enter death, of a cardiac arrest consciously caused after an overdose of cocaine.