21 September 2018

Accustom.

Studio Rousseau, The Constellation Named Klimt, 2017


Unknowing before the heavens of my life
I stand in wonder.  O the great stars.
The rising and the going down.  How quiet.
As if I didn't exist.  Am I part?  Have I dismissed
the pure influence?  Do high and low tide
alternate in my blood according to this order?
I will cast off all wishes, all other links,
accustom my heart to its remotest space.  Better
it to live in the terror of its stars than
seemingly protected, soothed by something near.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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