Monday, October 11, 2010

The huge summer has gone by.

          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 the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell
: image: Sebastian Waters via  s w o o n d (née diana:muse) 


d i a n a m u s e said...

Such a stunningly beautiful poem. And I love the photo (taken by Sebastian Waters). Here's the link:

secret, fragile skies said...


Thank you for the link! I couldn't remember where I found/saved it. It was your beautiful blog.