TRANSLATION - Rainer Maria Rilke - page a month

And on into night they ride, into the same night. Again the silence. But within them, they have the words from before. The Marquis takes off his helmet. His dark hairs are smooth. The way in which they drop about his head and expand across his neck is almost womanlike. Something in the eye of the man from Langenau: off in the distance an object projects with a glint, something slender, dark. A lonesome column, half-abandoned. And later, it seems to him, it was the Madonna.