Yet another of the Muurgedichten, poems written al around the city of Leiden, in The Netherlands – if one day I have the courage/something very dull to procrastinate with a vengeance I will sort out all the pictures I have of those from my other few hundreds pictures of the time I spent there for one Erasmus semester, and make a whole post about those. Meanwhile, I figured it is always time for a small dose of Rilke.
In Frühe Gedichte
The only translation I can find is the one on the Muurgedichten site, by Jan and Allan Van Asselt:
That is longing: living in turmoil and having no home in time and those are wishes: gentle dialogues of day's hours with eternity And that is life. Until out of a yesterday the most lonely hour rises which, smiling differently than the other sisters (hours) silently encounters eternity