Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Time's excuse to frighten us

 

Georgia O'Keeffe       Sunrise 1916




Here is the second poem in my Modernity students' Poetry Packet:



The Future     Rilke

 

 

  The future: time's excuse

to frighten us; too vast

a project, too large a morsel

for the heart's mouth.

 

Future, who won't wait for you?

Everyone is going there.

It suffices you to deepen

the absence that we are.

 

 




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