It reminds me of my youth; and alternately
my aging. This heart that drops stone-
complacent or lifts like mountains in
new birth: stirring, violent. You
look at me (do you see beyond what mirrors?) and
together we seek the burning secret of a star.
A “golden shovel” poem after the last line in Rainer Maria Rilke’s “Evening.”
Graceful Press Poetry 
“together we seek the burning secret of a star.” ***
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I’ll let you know when I figure it out, too. 😉
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Lovely. Such ambivalence, yet the last line seems resolved and certain.
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Thank you. I recently rediscovered my volume of Rilke’s works (with original German and English translations, side-by-side). It does make good bedtime reading. 🙂
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