Looking up from my book, from the close countable lines, into the finished-full night outside:

how in starry measure my packed feelings scatter, as though a bouquet of wildflowers were being untied:

youth of the light ones and bending sway of the heavy ones and the tender ones' hesitant curve-.

Everywhere joy in relation and nowhere any craving: world in excess and earth sufficient

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Paris 1914