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Evening

11 Jan

The evening gradually puts on the clothes held for it by an ancient row of trees; you watch, and now your world takes leave of you, with one part going toward heaven and one that falls; they leave you not belonging much to either, not quite so dark as the now silent house, not quite so ready to call on the eternal as that which turns to star each night and rises; they leave you speechless, trying to unsnarl your life that’s frightened, huge and ripening, that turns, partly confused, partly enlightened, sometimes to stone in you, sometimes to star.

Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke, Translation by David Young, 1994

 
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Posted by on January 11, 2010 in jurnal

 

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  1. Bogdan

    January 11, 2010 at 8:57 pm

    „Cel mai înalt punct la care poate ajunge omul este mirarea” Goethe

     

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