memory [rilke].

And you wait, you wait for that one thingthat will infinitely enlarge your life; the gigantic, the stupendous, the awakening of stones, depths turned round toward you.

The volumes bound in rust and gold flicker dimly on the shelves; and you think of lands traveled across, of paintings, of the clothes of women found and lost.

And then suddenly you know: that was then. You rise, and before you stands the fear and prayer and shape Of a year vanished.


Posted on December 1, 2011 and filed under from friends-.