Rememberance
And you wait, keep waiting
for that one thing
which would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, uniquely uncommon,
the awakening of dormant stones,
depths that would reveal you to yourself.
which would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, uniquely uncommon,
the awakening of dormant stones,
depths that would reveal you to yourself.
In the dusk you notice the
book shelves
with their volumes in gold and in brown;
and you think of far lands you journeyed,
of pictures and of shimmering gowns
worn by women you conquered and lost.
with their volumes in gold and in brown;
and you think of far lands you journeyed,
of pictures and of shimmering gowns
worn by women you conquered and lost.
And it comes to you all of a
sudden:
That was it! And you arise, for you are
aware of a year in your distant past
with its fears and events and prayers.
That was it! And you arise, for you are
aware of a year in your distant past
with its fears and events and prayers.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
~
(The Book of Images, trans.
by Albert Ernest Flemming)
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