Friday, April 14, 2006

Autumn Day

Autumn Day

Lord: It is time. The summer was immense.

Lay your shadow on the sundials,

And let loose the wind in the fields.

Bid the last fruits to be full;

Give them another two more southerly days,

Press them to ripeness, and chase

The last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now will not have time to build one.

Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time,

Will stay up, read, write long letters,

And wander the avenues, up and down,

Restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.

Rainer Maria Rilke