Window Poem #2 (Ranier Maria Rilke)

You propose I wait, strange window;
your beige curtain nearly billows.
O window, should I accept your offer or,
window, defend myself:? Who should I wait for?

Aren’t I intact, with this life that is listening,
with this full heart that loss is completing?
With this road running in front, and the qualm
you give this excess that stops me with its dream?

-- transl. A. Poulin, Jr.