Beneath this heaven bright and clear
A slumber seals the powers of winds.
This castle keeps the shadows’ lair
Which sleep in whiteness of its dreams.
The halls are mortal beauty of the numbness.
While Death is leaking down the walls,
The vine is swaying on the flatness.
The time is dead. And nothing will go on.
02.26
Пер.ст.Рильке с текста перевода В.Куприянова
The castle
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