Sunday, September 25, 2011

Autumn Day by Rilke (Trans Stephen Mitchell)

Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.

Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,
and wander along the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.

2 comments:

Zoomie said...

Wow. Wow. I may have to get a book of his work. That's amazing.

namastenancy said...

I think that Rilke is my favorite poet - some of his work is "difficult" but his lyrical voice is both profound and distinctive. How did you like the photo (ahem..ahem..ahem...) taken by moi?