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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