>>> Entrance -- Rainer Rilke (Snow Translation) >>>

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Entrance

Whoever you are: in the evening step outof your room, where you know everything;yours is the last house before the far-off:whoever you are.With your eyes, which in their weariness

barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold,you lift very slowly one black treeand place it against the sky: slender, alone.And you have made the world. And it is hugeand like a word which grows ripe in silence.

And as your will seizes on its meaning,tenderly your eyes let go. . . .

~ Rainer Rilke ~