Euris • Ei kirjautuneena
YOU WHO NEVER ARRIVED
By Rainer Maria Rilke
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don´t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images of me – the far-off deeply-felt landscape
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life on the gods
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-and you almost
stepped out, pensive to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…