Maria Ejike

“it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.”
― Mary Oliver, Red Bird

“IN APRIL Again the woods are odorous, the lark Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark, Where branches bare disclosed the empty day. After long rainy afternoons an hour Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings Them at the windows in a radiant shower, And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings. Then all is still. The stones are crooned to sleep By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies; And cradled in the branches, hidden deep In each bright bud, a slumbering silence lies.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Poems

“Whoever you are: in the evening step out of your room, where you know everything;”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poetry of Rilke

“Oh quickly disappearing photograph
in my more slowly disappearing hand.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Collected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke