Saturday, November 16, 2019

You, Darkness

You, darkness, from which I come
I love you more than the flames
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes for each a circle of light
outside of which you cannot be known.

But the darkness contains everything–
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how it gathers them,
powers and people–

and perhaps a great presence is moving past.

I have faith in the night.

– Rainer Maria Rilke

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