This was the German poet, I was trying to remember, but confused with Goethe.
My second ex-wife, Gail, studied Rilke at Reed College in the U.S. Ironically, I got to know her German professor Herr Locher, who would take sabatical from time to time. He had a house in Italy, north of Genoa, on the coast. I found it one day, way up in the hillls, on the old ancient Roman road to France. I remember eating in the village restaurant, so good! Itally, Rissoto and Tirimasu, ahhhhhhhhhhh! Vundabar!
FROM RILKE, THE BOOK OF HOURS
What will you do, God, when I die?
When I, your pitcher, broken, lie?
When I, your drink, go stale and dry?
I am your garb, the trade you ply,
Do you lose yourself, when I die?
This, from Rilke interesting…
He understands human existence, as we are how God experiences Materialism.
We live in a dual reality, material form, sensed by our five.
The trick, GET BEYOND, while still in body!
A. and H.