Robert Lepley / Роберт Лепли: Visions Within - Spiritual Poems of R.M. Rilke / Видения - духовные стихи Р.М. Рильке [Meryl Streep, The New York Voices, Amy London, 2008, MP3]

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You Darkness, That I Come From
You darkness, that I come from,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes
a circle of light for everyone,
and then no one outside learns of you.
But the darkness pulls in everything:
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them!
powers and people.
And it is possible a great energy
is moving near me.
I have faith in nights.
Already The Ripening Barberries Are Red
Already the ripening barberries are red,
and the old asters hardly breathe in their beds.
Those who are not rich now as summer goes
will wait and wait and never be themselves.
Those who cannot quietly close their eyes,
certain that there is vision after vision
inside, simply waiting until nighttime
to rise all around them in the darkness
it's all over for them, they feel old and tired.
Nothing else will come;
no more days will open,
and everything that does happen
will cheat them.
Even you, my God. And you are like a stone
that draws them daily deeper into the depths.
To Music

Music: breathing of statues.
Perhaps: silence of paintings.
You language where all language ends.
You time standing vertically on the motion of
mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? О you the transformation
of feelings into what? Into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance,
as the other
side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.
My Life Is Not This Steeply Sloping Hour
My life is not this steeply sloping hour,
in which you see me hurrying.
Much stands behind me; I stand before it
like a tree;
I am only one of my many mouths,
and at that, the one that will be still the soonest.
I am the rest between two notes,
which are somehow always in discord
because Death's note wants to climb over-
but in the dark interval, reconciled,
they stay there trembling.
And the song goes on, beautiful.
I Find You In All These Things Of The World

I find you in all these things of the world
that I love calmly, like a sister or a brother;
in things no one cares for you brood like a seed;
and to powerful things you give an
immense power.
Strength plays such a marvelous game-
it moves through the things of the world like a
humble servant,
groping out in roots, tapering in trunks,
and in the treetops like a rising from the dead.
I Live My Life In Growing Orbits
I live my life in growing orbits
which move out over the things of the world.
Perhaps I can never achieve the last,
but that will be my attempt.
I am circling around Cod, around
the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years,
and I still don't know if I am a falcon,
or a storm,
or a great song.