#64 Evening (Rainer Maria Rilke, Trad. Stephen Mitchell)

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EVENING

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