Introduced to me by Kit, in memory of Martin.
Rilke: Evening
Like old retainers, trees
hold out day’s evening dress
while the fading view
wavers between heaven and earth
and leaves you not quite part of either
neither the quiet of the dark house
nor the grave certainty of light
of the rising star
that leaves you, voluble and dumb,
in the deserts and gardens of your life
alternating border with vista
and the stone in you with the star.
OLIVER REYNOLDS (1989)
Kaliwood 