For The Love of Autumn…

Autumn Havest

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.

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.

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.

This printed English translation of the original poem “Herbsttag” by Rainer Maria Rilke 1902 is courtesy of Guntram Deichsel. Blogged this week by The World According to Dina.

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