Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Herbsttag
(Autumn Day)

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

2 Comments:

Blogger Kurt said...

RMR via Stephen Mitchell

10/16/2007  
Blogger the only one from Liechtenstein said...

hei, that is german poetry! cool!

11/01/2007  

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