The sky puts on the darkening blue coatheld 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, Evening
(translation by Stephen Mitchell)
6 comments:
This poem really spoke to me and the photo is a perfect match.
this made my heart catch its breath and look around for itself.
What a lovely photograph! It reminds me of a painting by William Turner -- except more beautiful. Thank you, Cate!
A beautiful photo and poem, both visual and word pictures describe the human condition perfectly.
ahhhhhhh. a post so wise and so beautiful. your image exemplifies the words with remarkable detail. how do you do this with such exactness and exquisite beauty time and again?!
Simply beautiful, both words and images. Thanks for sharing.
K
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