Descriptive
Who turned us thus around, so we,
no matter what, have the pose
of one who is departing? As he who on
the last hill which still shows
his whole valley, will turn, halt, pause -
so we live, forever taking leave.
[Rilke by way of midwinterspring]
no matter what, have the pose
of one who is departing? As he who on
the last hill which still shows
his whole valley, will turn, halt, pause -
so we live, forever taking leave.
[Rilke by way of midwinterspring]