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最后的夜晚
夜晚 远处车声隆隆
军队的专列正在驶出 奔赴战场
他从大提琴上抬起头来 继续着
手中的弹奏 看向对面的她
几乎就像是凝视一面镜子
她的身上充满着 他小时候的影子
那些影子 承载着他的忧伤
随着每一个音符的奏响
而更加的美丽和诱人
然后 突然间 镜面破碎 影像模糊
她站在窗前 有点心神不定
可以感觉到 她心脏鼓点般剧烈的跳动
他停止了演奏 有清冷的风从窗外吹来
镜子里的桌子上 怃然挺立着
陌生又怪异的 是黑色的军帽
和上面 象牙色的骷髅
The last evening
And night and distant rumbling; now the army's
carrier-train was moving out, to war.
He looked up from the harpsichord, and as
he went on playing, he looked across at her
almost as one might gaze into a mirror:
so deeply was her every feature filled
with his young features, which bore his pain and were
more beautiful and seductive with each sound.
Then, suddenly, the image broke apart.
She stood, as though distracted, near the window
and felt the violent drum-beats of her heart.
His playing stopped. From outside, a fresh wind blew.
And strangely alien on the mirror-table
stood the black shako with its ivory skull.
（Translated by Stephen Mitchell）
The last evening
Night and the sound of distant transport as troop trains pulled out from the rail yard.
He looked up from the harpsichord,
still playing, and glanced at her almost as if he were peering into a mirror
filled with his own youthful features,
knowing how they conveyed his sadness
more beautifully and seductively with every note.
Then suddenly everything blurred.
She stood wearily at the bay window
and felt only the pounding of her heart.
His phrase resolved. The wind outside blew cold.
And strange and alien on the mirrored table
stood the death’ s-head on his black-plumed helmet.
（https://poems.one/poem/rainer-maria-rilke-last-evening）
这张照片也很特别。
片片还以为是网图呢，太有意境了。
他是里尔克，她是里尔克的母亲，随军车出征的是里尔克的父亲。