Вчера ночью сидела и пыталась понять стихи. Потом забила на понимание, попыталась хотя бы перевести.Но так как стихосложение- одна из немногих областей, которая мне дается с трудом, а дословный перевод не продвигает никуда и ни на каплю, воз и ныне там. Может у кого-то есть соображения?
Хотела поискать литературный перевод. Не могу ничего найти.

You who never arrived.( Rainer Maria Rilke)

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me - the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods --
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house --, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon, --
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...