Rilke.

“Dear darkening ground,

you’ve endured so patiently the walls we built,

please give the cities one more hour

and the churches and cloisters two.

And those that labor — let their toils

still hold them for another five hours, or seven,

before that hour of inconceivable terror

when you take back your name/ from all things.

Just give me a little more time!

I just need a little more time.

Because I am going to love the things

as no one has thought to love them,

until they’re real and worthy of you.”

❧