"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

18 April 2019

Everywhere.

Leonardo, The Last Supper, 1498


They are assembled, astonished and disturbed 
round him, who like a sage resolved his fate, 
and now leaves those to whom he most belonged, 
leaving and passing by them like a stranger. 
The loneliness of old comes over him 
which helped mature him for his deepest acts; 
now will he once again walk through the olive grove, 
and those who love him still will flee before his sight. 

To this last supper he has summoned them, 
and (like a shot that scatters birds from trees) 
their hands draw back from reaching for the loaves 
upon his word: they fly across to him; 
they flutter, frightened, round the supper table 
searching for an escape. But he is present 
everywhere like an all-pervading twilight-hour.

Here they are gathered, wondering and deranged, 
Round Him, who wisely doth Himself inclose, 
And who now takes Himself away, estranged, 
From those who owned Him once, and past them flows. 
He feels the ancient loneliness to-day 
That taught Him all His deepest acts of love; 
Now in the olive groves He soon will rove, 
And these who love Him all will flee away. 

To the last supper table He hath led. 
As birds are frightened from a garden-bed 
By shots, so He their hands forth from the bread 
Doth frighten by His word: to Him they flee; 
Then flutter round the table in their fright 
And seek a passage from the hall. But He 
Is everywhere, like dusk at fall of night.

Ranier Maria Rilke

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