Duino
Rilke stood here and looked out over the horizon, after he wrote this:
Look: the trees exist; the houses
we dwell in stand there stalwartly.
Only we
pass by it all, like a rush of air.
And everything conspires to keep quiet
about us,
half out of shame perhaps, half out of
some secret hope.
Thank you for sharing these photos -- and the information about Rilke... love his writing and this piece is especially beautiful.
ReplyDelete