The Solitary Man - Rainer Maria Rilke

No, what my heart will be is a tower,
and I will be right out on its rim:
nothing else will be there, only pain
and what can't be said, only the world.

Only one thing left in the enormous space
that will go dark and then light again,
only one final face full of longing,
exiled into what is always full of thirst,

only one fathest-out face made of stone,
at peace with its own inner wight,
which the distances, who go on ruining it,
force on to deeper holiness.