Many, many thanks to Joel Sloman who sends the following stunning translation from Trakl:

IM OSTEN (EASTERN FRONT)

Wild organ winter storms
Gloomy dark folk
War's purple wave
Telescopes weeds

Broken minds, raising silver arms
Soldier night winks star bends
Ashy herb shades
Sicken ghosts' sighs

Donkey wildness girts city
The moon hunts shocked women
from bleeding steps
Wolves, necessarily wild, breach gates.


--after Georg Trakl