RILKE

Things, more than people, knew...

Things, more than people, knew
his eyes on them
and opened up
to a different existence.
He received them transforming them
into what they were, returning them to their exactitude,
bathing them in their own gold,
for what does the yielding know
of its splendid state?

Stones, flowers, clouds
were reborn
in another silence
where time would pass differently.

His restful gaze
never went to them for a reason.
Only his eyes wanted.

Now they miss him;
people hurry by - where to?

Things
want to be lived.