Friday, January 3, 2003
Sunset Comments
Rating: ★2.9
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
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Tony Best
09 October 2007
I have not the words to express what this poem does to me. I can only say that I love you Rilke! You were a angel lent to us for a little while.
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7/19/2025 9:42:06 AM # 1.0.0
Oh how I love Rilke. Everything he did. I need to know where on earth I can find something he wrote-I can't find it in any of his works. It's part of a poem he wrote, that I read 30 years ago-can anyone help? 'What will you do, God, when I die? Will I, your pitcher, broken lie? Will I, your drink, go stale and dry? I am your garb, the trade you ply. You lose your meaning, losing me'
You, God, who live next door– If at times, through the long night, I trouble you with my urgent knocking– this is why: I hear you breathe so seldom. I know you’re all alone in that room. If you should be thirsty, there’s no one to get you a glass of water. I wait listening, always. Just give me a sign! I’m right here