Rilke series (#2)

Mourning

 

Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely,

your path struggles on through unknowable

humankind. All the more hopeless perhaps

for keeping to its direction,

keeping on toward the future,

toward what has been lost.

 

Once. You mourned? What was it? A fallen

berry of joy, unripe.

But now the whole tree of my joy

is breaking, in the storm it is breaking, my slow

tree of joy.

Loveliest in my invisible

landscape, you that made me more known

to the invisible angels.

 

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[Klage

 

Wem willst du klagen, Herz? Immer gemiedener

ringt sich dein Weg durch die unbegreiflichen

Menschen. Mehr noch vergebens vielleicht,

da er die Richtung behaelt,

Richtung zur Zukunft behaelt,

zu der verlorenen.

 

Frueher, Klagtest? Was wars? Ene gefallene

Beere des Jubels, unreife.

Jetzt aber bricht mir mein Jubel-Baum,

bricht mir im Sturme mein langsamer

Jubel-Baum.

Schoenster in meiner unsichtbaren

Landschaft, der du mich kenntlicher

machtest Engeln, unsichtbaren.]

 

Done