Rilke and Lou Andreas-Salomé
with poet Spiridon Drozin, in Russia 1900
I'm living just as the century ends.
A great leaf, that God and you and I
have covered with writing
turns now, overhead, in strange hands.
We feel the sweep of it like a wind.
We see the brightness of a new page
where everything yet can happen.
Unmoved by us, the fates take its measure
and look at one another, saying nothing.
The Book of Hours I, 8