That is my window. I
just awoke so gently.
I thought, I'm floating.
How far does my life reach,
and where does the night begin?
I could think that everything
around me is me;
like the transparent depth of a crystal,
darkened and mute.
I think I could bring the stars
inside of me, so large
does my heart seem; so very much
does it want to let go of him
whom I have perhaps begun
to love, perhaps to hold.
So strange, so uncharted
does my fate appear.
Who am I who lies here
under this endless sky,
as the sweet scent of a meadow,
moving back and forth,
at once calling out and anxious,
that someone might hear my call,
destined to vanish
in another.
Rainer Maria Rilke from 'New Poems' ( 1907 - 1908 )
translated by Cliff Crego
Image: 'Night Sky' (modified by Moi) Free iPhone Wallpaper
just awoke so gently.
I thought, I'm floating.
How far does my life reach,
and where does the night begin?
I could think that everything
around me is me;
like the transparent depth of a crystal,
darkened and mute.
I think I could bring the stars
inside of me, so large
does my heart seem; so very much
does it want to let go of him
whom I have perhaps begun
to love, perhaps to hold.
So strange, so uncharted
does my fate appear.
Who am I who lies here
under this endless sky,
as the sweet scent of a meadow,
moving back and forth,
at once calling out and anxious,
that someone might hear my call,
destined to vanish
in another.
Rainer Maria Rilke from 'New Poems' ( 1907 - 1908 )
translated by Cliff Crego
Image: 'Night Sky' (modified by Moi) Free iPhone Wallpaper
