R.M. Rilke, Remembering, Book of ImagesAnd you wait. You wait for the one thingthat will change your life,make it more than it is –something wonderful, exceptional,stones awakening, depths opening to you.In the dusky bookstallsold books glimmer gold and brown.You think of lands you journeyed through,of paintings and a dress once wornby a woman you never found again.And suddenly you know: that was enough.You rise and there appears before youin all its longings and hesitationsthe shape of what you lived.
This, read whilst listening to Alexis Ffrench the other morning.
We three make good bedfellows.