Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely, <br />your path struggles on through incomprehensible <br />mankind. All the more futile perhaps <br />for keeping to its direction, <br />keeping on toward the future, <br />toward what has been lost. <br /> <br />Once. You lamented? What was it? A fallen berry <br />of jubilation, unripe. <br />But now the whole tree of my jubilation <br />is breaking, in the storm it is breaking, my slow <br />tree of joy. <br />Loveliest in my invisible <br />landscape, you that made me more known <br />to the invisible angels. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Stephen Mitchell<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-whom-will-you-cry-to-heart/
