Thursday, July 28, 2016

Thursday Poem - Evening

The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight,
one journeying to heaven and one that falls;

and leave you not at home in either one,
not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses,
not calling to eternity with the passion
of what becomes a star each night, and rises;

and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel)
your life, with its immensity and fear,
so that, now bounded, now immeasurable,
it is alternately stone in you and star.

Rainer Maria Rilke
(translation by Stephen Mitchell)


Pienosole said...

Thinking of you this morning and wishing you a peaceful, healing, restorative day.

littlemancat said...

"Abend" has always been a favorite of mine. This is a nice translation. Thank you and sending you all good thoughts.

The Furry Gnome said...

Beautiful stand of trees!