"Autumn Day" by Rainer Maria Rilke - poetry on 'The Beckoning'
Rainer Maria Rilke
This translation is by Guntram Deichsel:
Autumn Day
Lord, it is time. Let the great summer go,
Lay your long shadows on the sundials,
And over harvest piles let the winds blow.
Lay your long shadows on the sundials,
And over harvest piles let the winds blow.
Command the last fruits to be ripe;
Grant them some other southern hour,
Urge them to completion, and with power
Drive final sweetness to the heavy grape.
Grant them some other southern hour,
Urge them to completion, and with power
Drive final sweetness to the heavy grape.
Who's homeless now, will for long stay alone.
No home will build his weary hands,
He'll wake, read, write letters long to friends
And will the alleys up and down
Walk restlessly, when falling leaves dance.
No home will build his weary hands,
He'll wake, read, write letters long to friends
And will the alleys up and down
Walk restlessly, when falling leaves dance.
現在孤獨的人要長久孤獨
要醒來，誦讀，而且寫長長的信
而在荒蕪的途徑上來回
不休止的流浪當死去的葉子吹來
──里爾克作，方思譯，〈秋日〉
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