Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Hi and Bye

My life is not this steeply sloping hour
in which you see me hurrying.
Much stands behind me;
I stand before it like a tree;
I am only one of my many mouths,
and at that, the one that will be
still the soonest.

I am the rest between two notes,
which are always somehow in discord
because Death's note wants to climb over --
but in the dark interval, reconciled,
they stay there trembling.

And the song goes on, beautiful.

~ Rainier Marie Rilke