Saturday, January 4, 2014

A Vanished Year



And you wait, you wait for that one thing that will infinitely enlarge
your life; the gigantic, the stupendous, the awakening of
stones, depths turned round toward you

The volumes bound in rust and gold flicker dimly on the shelves; and 
you think of lands traveled across, of paintings, of the clothes
of women found and lost.

And then suddenly you know  it was then.  You rise, and before
you stands the fear and prayer and shape of a vanished year.

-Rainer Maria Rilke, "Memory" translated by Edward Snow

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