Remembrance
And you wait. You wait for the one thing
that will change your life,
make it more than it is —
something wonderful, exceptional,
stones awakening, depths opening to you.
In the dusky bookstalls
old books glimmer gold and brown.
You think of lands you journeyed through,
of paintings and a dress once worn
by a woman you never found again
And suddenly you know: that was enough,
You arise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you lived.
- Ranier Maria Rilke