Uraltes Wehn vom Meer,
Meerwind bei Nacht:
du kommst zu keinem her;
wenn einer wacht,
so muß er sehn, wie er
dich übersteht:
uraltes Wehn vom Meer,
welches weht
nur wie für Ur-Gestein,
lauter Raum
reißend von weit herein . . .
O wie fühlt dich ein
treibender Feigenbaum
oben im Mondschein.
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Confirmed with Rainer Maria Rilke, Die Gedichte, Frankfurt am Main: Insel Verlag, 1997, pages 546-547.
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Ancient wafting from the sea,
sea-wind at night:
you come to no one;
when someone keeps watch,
he must see to it that
he survives you:
ancient wafting from the sea,
which blows
only as if for ancient rocks,
tearing hence pure expanses
from afar. . .
O how a budding fig tree
feels you
above in the moonlight.
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