- You are the future, the great red glow of morning
above the plains of immortality.
You are the cock-crow after the night of time;
the dew, the matins and the untouched girl,
the stranger, the mother, death.
You are the form that transforms itself,
that always rises out of fate,
that remains unhailed and unlamented
and as undescribed as virgin forest.
You are the quintessence of things
yet you hide the last word of your nature
and always appear differently to each person:
from a ship, you're the coast; from land, you're a ship.
Rainer Maria RilkePosted to alpha_world