Sunday 17 September 2023

Day in Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke


After the summer's yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.
As for the final fruits, coax them to roundness.
Direct on them two days of warmer light
to hale them golden toward their term, and harry
the last few drops of sweetness through the wine.
Whoever's homeless now, will build no shelter;
who lives alone will live indefinitely so,
waking up to read a little, draft long letters,
and, along the city's avenues,
fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.

Translated by Mary Kinzie

1 comment:

  1. Now that I know
    That passion warms little
    Of flesh in the mold,
    And treasure is brittle,

    I’ll lie here and learn
    How, over their ground,
    Trees make a long shadow
    And a light sound.

    August 1922