Let us speak of how these perishing
things
uphold me so that
I fall into place.
*
The child I was has been left behind.
Those who first loved me have gone on without me.
Where they were a door has been left open
upon a solitude.
In the midst of our revelry I find myself waiting.
Every day the sun returns
to
this place.
Time here advances toward another summer.
These fruits again darken; these new grapes
will be black and heavy hang from their bough;
the heat at noon deepens .
Sweet and pungent each moment ripens.
Every day the sun passes over this valley.
Lengthening shadows surround me.
All day I waited. I let the sun and shadows
pass over me.
Here a last clearing is left amidst shadows.
The darkest shadow falls from my pen as it writes.
In this farewell the sun pours over me
hot as noon at five o'clock.
But in RumTs text it is dawn. At last
he will come for me.
"He has climbed over the horizon like the sun,"
I read . Where have you gone?
"he is extinguishing the candles of the stars."
