Thank you, Grace's Poppies, for this excellent suggestion. It's such a beautiful idea on so many different levels that I wanted to take part, even though I knew I would be a little late to the party.
by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell.
Everything is far
and long gone by.
I think that the star
glittering above me
has been dead for a million years.
I think there were tears
in the car I heard pass
and something terrible was said.
A clock has stopped striking in the house
across the road...
When did it start?...
I would like to step out of my heart
and go walking beneath the enormous sky.
I would like to pray.
And surely of all the stars that perished
one still exists.
I think that I know
which one it is--
which one, at the end of its beam in the sky,
stands like a white city...
From The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke.