Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazinghigh above your head. But IN you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.
Rainer Maria RilkeAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: deutsch
- Born: December 4, 1875
- Died: December 29, 1926