of Rainer Maria Rilke's "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.
My Improv':
Adam: it is time. The huge desert has grown bolder.
Now sweep the barren days with your sorrows,
and on the hills let the tomorrows go without temper.
Adam, give name to the animals and let them die
for us. Give the dried fruit pardon for its sins, praise
its bruises. Husband, take care the vine, despite its wandering,
and continue to love my lips, stained red with desire of self.
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