Ignorant Before The Heavens Of My Life

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Ignorant before the heavens of my life,

I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness

of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.

As if I didn't exist. Do I have any

share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with

their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow

change with their changes? Let me put aside

every desire, every relationship

except this one, so that my heart grows used to

its farthest spaces. Better that it live

fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than

as if protected, soothed by what is near.