In the Huff Post, the late poems of Georg Trakl; they're blue, like the between.

Heidegger has a beautiful essay—really a lecture—on Trakl and language in which he talks about the naming and calling functions of the poetry, by which he means that we hear the naming and calling of the poem in our physical space, but the poetry brings the things named and called no nearer to us. What comes near to us is the presence of things in language, a “presence sheltered in absence.”