Evening
/ now bounded, now immeasurable /
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
Sweet heavens above us and below... did you take that breathtaking photo Kimberly? The light is extraordinary! I doubt a better image exists to illustrate the words of RM Rilke either...
I feel those words deep in my skin, with the changing of the clock and stars still prickling, I wonder will stone be next?
Thank you lovely one - may your week be blessed 💛xx
A perfect marriage of image and poem where stone meets star.