Everything is far <br />and long gone by. <br />I think that the star <br />glittering above me <br />has been dead for a million years. <br />I think there were tears <br />in the car I heard pass <br />and something terrible was said. <br />A clock has stopped striking in the house <br />across the road... <br />When did it start?... <br />I would like to step out of my heart <br />an go walking beneath the enormous sky. <br />I would like to pray. <br />And surely of all the stars that perished <br />long ago, <br />one still exists. <br />I think that I know <br />which one it is-- <br />which one, at the end of its beam in the sky, <br />stands like a white city...<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-3/
