Parading

The sky puts on the darkening blue coat

held for it by a row of ancient trees;
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, —Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight,
—Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell

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