“His gaze, blunted by the unnumbered procession of iron bars, uncounted as his softly padded steps. Smooth motion of blood and sinew turning in its own, small circle prescribed by bars and walls ...and skin, confined. Suddenly, without warning, a flash of light and image pierces the caged brain, and passing through its beating heart to stillness finds its way.” Poem Author:Rilke Rainer Maria
“Where is he, the clear one, whose song has died away? Do the poor, who can only wait, feel him among them, the young and joyous one? Does he rise for them, perhaps, at nightfall—Poverty’s evening star?” SpiritualityPoverty Book:Das Stunden-Buch by Rilke Source: Das Stunden-Buch by Rilke