Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

Evening by Rainer Maria Rilke

The evening is slowly changing garb,

Held for it by a fringe of old tree-tops;

Before your eyes, the territories part,

One that ascends to heaven, one that drops;


And leave you fully congruent with neither

Not quit as lightless as the silent house,

Nor as assuredly boding last things, either,

As what turns into star each night and mounts


And leave to you (quite hopeless to unsnarl)

Your life uneasy, vast, to ripeness tending,

So that it, now confined, now comprehending,

Turns now to stone within you, now to star.

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