tw100 challenge 195
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Happy Monday, drabblers! It's the last week of April and in North America it's been National Poetry Month all this time, so we're going to celebrate that before it's over. Here is a poem whose title (in English) begins with E, but you may use either the title or the poem itself as your prompt.
E is for Evening
Evening
by Rainer Maria Rilke
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held 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
Good luck and have fun!
Rules reminder:
- All stories must be 100 words long.
- Please place your story behind a cut; the comm's flist will love you!
- If requested, you must use the challenge word or phrase in your story; feel free to interpret that creatively.
- Please use the challenge tag “challenge: evening” plus any characters. The best way to tag is to put up your post and then click on the little tag icon at the top. This way you can pick
from the mod approved tag list and keep things grouped better. Thanks for your help in this!
Happy Monday, drabblers! It's the last week of April and in North America it's been National Poetry Month all this time, so we're going to celebrate that before it's over. Here is a poem whose title (in English) begins with E, but you may use either the title or the poem itself as your prompt.
E is for Evening
Evening
by Rainer Maria Rilke
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held 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
Good luck and have fun!
Rules reminder:
- All stories must be 100 words long.
- Please place your story behind a cut; the comm's flist will love you!
- If requested, you must use the challenge word or phrase in your story; feel free to interpret that creatively.
- Please use the challenge tag “challenge: evening” plus any characters. The best way to tag is to put up your post and then click on the little tag icon at the top. This way you can pick
from the mod approved tag list and keep things grouped better. Thanks for your help in this!