Thursday, May 31, 2012

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, 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 Stephen Mitchell)

4 comments:

Guy said...

Lovely poem, lovely photo.

Guy

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Beautiful....

Mystic Meandering said...

"...and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear..."

Wow, yes... unraveling ~ ~ ~

Tabor said...

I just so want to push that canoe out gently and dip my paddle in the water.