The sky puts on the darkening blue coat <br />held for it by a row of ancient trees; <br />you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, <br />one journeying to heaven, one that falls; <br /> <br />and leave you, not at home in either one, <br />not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, <br />not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes <br /> a star each night, and rises; <br /> <br />and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) <br />your life, with its immensity and fear, <br />so that, now bounded, now immeasurable, <br />it is alternately stone in you and star. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Stephen Mitchell <br /> <br />Submitted by zenfishsticks<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening/
