The Last Supper
THE LAST SUPPER
They are assembled, astonished and disturbed
round him, who like a sage resolved his fate,
and now leaves those to whom he most belonged,
leaving and passing by them like a stranger.
The loneliness of old comes over him
which helped mature him for his deepest acts;
now will he once again walk through the olive grove,
and those who love him still will flee before his sight.
To this last supper he has summoned them,
and ( like a shot that scatters birds from trees )
their hands draw back from reaching for the loaves
upon his word : they fly across to him ;
they flutter, frighten, round the supper table
searching for an escape. But he is present
everywhere like an all pervading twilight-hour.
Rainer Maria Rilke - ( 1875 - 1926 )