Lament (O how all things are far removed)


Rainer Maria Rilke

O how all things are far removed

and long have passed away.

I do believe the star,

whose light my face reflects,

is dead and has been so

for many thousand years.

I had a vision of a passing boat

and heard some voices saying disquieting things.

I heard a clock strike in some distant house...

but in which house?...

I long to quiet my anxious heart

and stand beneath the sky's immensity.

I long to pray...

And one of all the stars

must still exist.

I do believe that I would know

which one alone


and which like a white city stands

at the ray's end shining in the heavens.

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