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Rainer Maria Rilke 《秋日》英译：Autumn Day (tr. Cliff Crego)Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.Let thine shadows upon the sundials fall,and unleash the winds upon the open fields.Command the last fruits into fullness;give them just two more ripe, southern days,urge them into completion and pressthe last bit of sweetness into the heavy wine.He who has no house now, will no longer build.He who is alone now, will stay alone,will awake in the night, read, write long letters,and will wander restlessly along the avenues,back and forth, as the leaves begin to blow.This translation is by Guntram Deichsel:Autumn DayLord, it is time. Let the great summer go,Lay your long shadows on the sundials,And over harvest piles let the winds blow.Command the last fruits to be ripe;Grant them some other southern hour,Urge them to completion, and with powerDrive final sweetness to the heavy grape.Who's homeless now, will for long stay alone.No home will build his weary hands,He'll wake, read, write letters long to friendsAnd will the alleys up and downWalk restlessly, when falling leaves dance.English: (C) Guntram Deichsel. Biberach, Germany 1987/93This translation is by Dr. Gabriel Pinter:Autumn DayLORD, it's time. The summer overwhelmed us.Allow your shadow fall on the sundialsand let the winds roam all over the fields.Command the last fruits: they should fully ripen,and give them two more southern sunny days,to reach perfection gatheringthe last nectar into the heavy grapes.Who hasn't built his home yet, he will never build it.Who maybe alone now, by himself he will bewithout sleep, and reading, on long letters musing,and aimlessly walking on paths nowhere leadingwhen in withered gardens the dead leaves are dancing.This translation is by Steven Gerard Wagner:Autumn DayMister! It's time. Summer was awesome. But now you've got to cast your shadow on the old clock.So, let the wind blow in the fields.Command the last fruits to ripen.Grant them two more southern days. Press them to perfection. And chase the last sweetness into the strong wine.Because whoever has no house now will build no more. Whoever is alone now will remain long alone to wake, read, write long letters, and wander in the alleys, back and forth, restless, as the leaves flutter.This translation is by Doug Sutton:Autumn DayLord: it's time. The summer was magnificent. Lay your shadows upon the sun-dials and o'er the isles allow your winds to vent.Command the final fruits to be full and fine; give them two more days in the southern sun, push them to completion and then run the last sweetness through the heavy wine.He who now has no house, will build one never. He who is alone, will long so remain, will awaken, read, lengthy letters pen and in the lanes will forever restlessly wander, when the leaves are driven.This translation is by J. Mullen:Autumn DayLord: it is time. The summer was great. Lay your shadows onto the sundials and let loose the winds upon the fields.Command the last fruits to be full, give them yet two more southern days, urge them to perfection, and chase the last sweetness into the heavy wine.Who now has no house, builds no more. Who is now alone, will long remain so, will stay awake, read, write long letters and will wander restlessly here and there in the avenues, when the leaves drift. (trans. J. Mullen)This translation is by Edward Snow 1991:Autumn DayLord: it is time. The summer was immense.Lay your long shadows on the sundials,and on the meadows let the winds go free.Command the last fruits to be full;give them just two more southern days,urge them on to completion and chasethe last sweetness into the heavy wine.Who has no house now, will never build one.Who is alone now, will long remain so,will stay awake, read, write long lettersand will wander restlessly up and downthe tree-lines streets, when the leaves are drifting.English: (C) Edward Snow 1991This translation is by Robert Bly:October DayOh Lord, it's time, it's time. It was a great summer.Lay your shadow now on the sundials,and on the open fields let the winds go!Give the tardy fruits the command to fill;give them two more Mediterranian days,drive them on into their greatness, and pressthe final sweetness into the heavy wine.Whoever has no house by now will not build.Whoever is alone now, will remain alone,will wait up, read, write long letters,and walk along sidewalks under large trees,not going home, as the leaves fall and blow away.English: (C) Robert Bly 1981This translation is by M. D. Herter Norton 1938:Autumn DayLord, it is time. The summer was very big.Lay thy shadow on the sundials,and on the meadows let the winds go loose.Command the last fruits that they shall be full;give them another two more southerly days,urge them on to fulfillment and drivethe last sweetness into heavy wine.Who has no house now, will build him one no more.Who is alone now, long will so remain,will wake, read, write long lettersand will in the avenues to and frorestlessly wander, when the leaves are blowing.English: (C) M. D. Herter Norton 1938

Rainer Maria Rilke 《预感》的两个英译本：PremonitionTranslated by Cliff Crego I am like a flag surrounded by vast, open space.I sense the coming winds and must live through them,while all other things among themselves do not yet move:The doors close quietly, and in the chimneys is silence;The windows do not yet tremble, and the dust is still heavy and dark.I already know the storms, and I'm as restless as the sea.I roll out in waves and fall back upon myself,and throw myself off into the air and am completely alonein the immense storm.PresentimentTranslated by M.D. Herter NortonI am like a flag by far spaces surrounded.I sense the winds that are coming, I must live themwhile things down below are not yet moving:the doors are still shutting gently, and in the chimneys is silence;the windows are not yet trembling, and the dust is still heavy.Then already I know the storms and am stirred like the sea.And spread myself out and fall back into myselfand fling myself off and am all alonein the great storm.

感覺過程就是審美目的

洛爾加曾這樣描述紐約：“這城市有兩個因素一下子俘虜旅行者：超人的建築和瘋狂的節奏。幾何與苦悶。”