Do you still remember: falling stars, how
they leapt slantwise through the sky
like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles
of our wishes- had we so many?-
for stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere;
almost every look upward was wedded
to the swift hazard of their play,
and the heart felt itself a single thing
beneath that vast disintegration of their brilliance-
and was whole, as though it would survive them!
Rilke, Rainer Maria. Uncollected Poems. Trans. Edward Snow. New York: North Point Press, 1999. pp 184-185.