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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, 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.
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
Rainer Maria Rilke
René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926), was a Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist. He is "widely recogn
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