I live my life in widening circleThat reach out across the world. I may not ever complete the last one,But I give myself to it. I circle around God, that primordial tower.I have been circling for thousands of years,And I still don’t know: am I a falcon,A storm, or a great song? [I, 2]
Tag: Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to Godgod
You, God, who live next door–If at times, through the long night, I trouble youwith my urgent knocking–this is why: I hear you breathe so seldom.I know you’re all alone in that room. If you should be thirsty, there’s no oneto get you a glass of water.I wait listening, always. Just give me a sign!I’m right here…Sen komşu tanrı,Uzun geceler bazen,Kapına vura vura uyandırıyorsam seniSolumanı seyrek duyduğumdandır…Bilirim, yalnızsın odanda.Sana birşey gerekse kimse yok,Bir yudum su versin aradığında.Hep dinlerim, yeter ki bir ses edin,Öyle yakınım sana…