Everybody’s Going There

I found this poem while writing the Everybody's Going There on it expresses, in better words than I could have authored, what I was thinking about while writing the piece.


L Avenir , by Rainer Maria Rilke
translation Schaul/Elzas


L avenir, cette excuse du temps
de nous faire peur;
projet trop vaste, morceau trop grand
pour la bouche du cúur.

Qui t'aura jamais attendu, avenir?
Tout le monde s'en va.
Il te suffit d'approfondir
l absence que l'on a.


The future, time's excuse
to scare us on
too vast a project, too large a morsel
for the heart to chew on

Who would ever wait for you, future?
Everybodys leaving.
It s enough that you intensify
our emptiness.


I initially encountered this poem in an errant English translation, with; Tout le monde s 'en va somewhat oddly rendered as Everyone is going there; the French for which is actually, Tout le monde y va. The title is a gloss upon the incorrect translation.